After the third period Jim ran up to their room, to see if Don had become ill, but he was not there. His hat and overcoat were both gone, a circumstance which caused some lively speculation4. He was not there at dinnertime, and after their last period Jim and Terry hunted up the major and asked him about Don.
The major looked interested and tapped his glasses on his thumb. “He was coming here to see me about a change in lessons, eh?” asked the major. “But, gentlemen, he never did come here. I haven’t seen him at all. You say his overcoat and hat are gone?”
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“Yes, sir,” replied Jim.
“How very odd,” commented the major. “He certainly wouldn’t have left the building without permission, and no one gave him that, I’m sure. Wait until I call Captain Chalmers.”
Captain Chalmers had not given Don permission to go anywhere, it developed. The major was more puzzled than ever. He went to their room with them and looked about carefully, but nothing was found.
“This is most unexpected and disturbing,” declared the major. “We must find out from town if any of the cadets were seen there.”
A telephone call to town failed to lead to the discovery of the missing boy. It was with anxious hearts that Jim and Terry went to the supper table that night.
The news of Don’s strange disappearance5 spread over the school like wildfire and the cadets dropped in to see Jim and express their sympathy and their determination to help if possible. It was on that evening that one lone6 clue was discovered. A man who worked in the kitchen told Chipps that he had seen Don go out the back door and head for the lake. Jim and Terry went to see this man, but he had no news but what he had told Chipps.
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“He had on his hat and his overcoat,” the man told Jim. “And he went down to the boathouse. That’s all I saw of him. I only noticed it because I thought it was funny he wasn’t in class. I don’t know if he went into the boathouse or not.”
The major dropped in to tell them that he had put off his business trip until Don should be found. Jim thanked him for his interest and thought.
“Oh, nonsense,” protested the major, waving his hand. “I’m deeply interested in all of my boys, and of course I wouldn’t rest easily until he had been found.”
The light fall of snow, which the boys had looked forward to with eagerness, was disregarded in their new anxiety. It made the school and its surrounding hills a picture of beauty, but the boys were not in a mood to enjoy it. After a restless night Jim and Terry again attended classes, but they did poorly and the instructors7 said nothing about it, knowing the strain the young men were under. During noon recess8 Rhodes, Jim and Terry decided9 to push a vigorous search as soon as classes were over.
“It seems to me,” argued the senior, “that we might be able to pick up some tracks somewhere in this snow. We don’t know how far he could have gotten before the snow, but if he was traveling after it did begin to come down there are tracks somewhere and we’ll try to find ’em. They may be across the lake.”
“What would he be doing across the lake?” Jim asked.
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Rhodes shrugged10 his Shoulders. “What did he go away for?” he asked. “No one knows, but we do know that he went toward the lake, at least toward the boathouse. The very first thing we’ll find out after classes is whether or not a boat was taken from the boathouse. I don’t know what he would cross the lake for but he may have and we can make a good attempt to find out.”
Every cadet in the school had Don’s disappearance on his mind and no one was more puzzled and interested than Cadet Vench. He turned the problem over and over in his mind and he longed to be of service. Back in his head the idea was firmly seated that he should be the one to find the missing cadet. That would give him a chance to even his score with Jim for his heroic act at Hill 31, and Vench decided to put his whole mind and energy to the problem.
As soon as classes had ended that day Vench put on his overcoat and walked swiftly to the lake. It had not occurred to him to check up on the boats to see if one had been taken, but he planned to scour11 the edge of the lakefront in both directions. He was now walking along the shore away from the school, wholly absorbed in watching the snow-covered ground, when he heard his name called. Even as he glanced up he knew that the voice was unfamiliar12 and had a slight accent to it. Then, a few yards before him he saw the man who had cut him dead in the drugstore, Paul Morro.
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Instinctively13, Vench stiffened14 and grew cold. Morro had evidently been taking a walk around the lake path and the meeting was quite accidental, and Vench, who knew Morro’s love for nature in all aspects, could readily guess that the Frenchman was walking merely for the sheer pleasure of the day and the prospect15 of the magnificent view. Comparing the attitude of the man on the previous meeting to his friendly attitude now, there was something to wonder about. Vench was astonished that his friend of former days should so readily hail him. Vench bowed distantly.
Morro strode forward and held out his hand. “How do you do, Raoul?” greeted Morro impulsively16. Then, seeing that Vench had no intention of taking his hand the artist hurried on, “My dear friend, forgive me for not speaking to you the last time I saw you. It was so totally unexpected, so much of a shock, that I could not speak or collect my wits. Won’t you forget my rudeness?”
“It struck me as being a bit queer to treat me like that after the type of friend I have always been to you, Paul,” answered Vench still aloof17.
“I know, my dear friend, and I apologize. Won’t you forgive me?”
He looked appealingly at Vench, and the cadet relented so far as to shake hands briefly18 with him. Morro fell into step beside him and they followed the edge of the water together.
“I had no idea that you were a student in this academy,” Paul Morro said to him. “I often wondered what had become of you after you returned from Paris.”
“I wrote to you several times,” Vench retorted. “You did not answer.”
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Morro smiled, showing a set of unusually white teeth. “You must blame that on my artistic19 temperament20, my friend,” he said. “I meant to, but never got to it.”
“I see,” said Vench, evenly. “What are you doing here, Paul?”
The Frenchman hesitated. “I cannot tell you that, my friend,” he declared, at last. “I am employed by the man with whom you saw me, and I am not at liberty to disclose his secrets.”
“Very well,” said Vench. “I don’t want to know, if that is the case. Would you like to go back and look around the academy?”
Morro smiled. “I have seen quite a bit of your academy, my friend. Your headmaster is a most mysterious man.”
“What do you mean?” asked Vench, stopping suddenly.
“What do you keep in that old building, that Clanhammer Hall?” Morro countered.
“There is nothing in there,” Vench declared. “That is, there is nothing important. Some desks and old books and several portraits, that is all.”
“Portraits!” cried Morro, eagerly. “Are there portraits in that old place?”
“Yes, there are a few. Why do you ask?”
“It is nothing,” hastily replied Morro. “But I will tell you why I say your headmaster is a mysterious man. Almost every night he goes to Clanhammer Hall and lets himself in with a key.”
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“Major Tireson goes into Clanhammer Hall every night?” Vench demanded, now keenly interested.
“I have seen him go in several times,” Morro insisted.
“How have you seen him?” Vench demanded. “What are you doing on the school grounds at night?”
“That I cannot tell you yet,” Paul Morro evaded21. “I have a proposition to make to you, and then perhaps I can tell you everything. But I have been on your grounds several times and I have seen your Major Tireson enter the building.”
“How do you know it is Major Tireson?”
“My companion and I have made it our business to learn who all the officials of your school are,” his friend said.
“Look here,” cried Vench. “What is going on around here? What kind of a game are you playing, Paul?”
“I can’t tell you that unless you agree to do certain things for us,” Morro persisted.
“Okay. What do you want me to do? If I think it is straight, I’ll probably help you,” Vench went on.
Morro smiled. “If it is straight? I think you are more particular about ‘straightness’ than you were in Paris, my friend.”
A faint spot of red showed briefly in Vench’s cheeks. “I am more particular,” he agreed firmly. “I was never dishonest, Paul, but I’m more careful of what I do now than I was. I’ve learned a thing or two in that school. What is your proposition?”
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“My companion and I want you to open the doors for us and let us into your school on any night we want to come in,” Morro declared.
“Let you into the school!” cried Vench. “What for?”
“I can’t tell you now. You’ll have to have faith in us and do as we tell you. Later on we’ll explain all.”
“You’d have to explain right now before I’d do a stunt22 like that,” declared Vench with conviction. “I don’t like the sound of that. Why should you want to get into the school at night?”
“I will not tell you,” affirmed Morro.
“Then you will not get into the school through my help,” said Vench, as firmly.
Morro’s eyes flashed. “Do not be foolish, my friend. There is much in it for you, if you do as we tell you and keep quiet. Come, say you will aid us.”
“Not in a game like that,” Vench decided. “It doesn’t look good to me, and I won’t have anything to do with it. No, Paul, you can count me out. I’d do anything in reason to help a friend, but that hasn’t a healthy look, and I’d rather not be in on it.”
“You’ll regret it to the end of your days!” snapped Morro.
“I don’t think so,” Vench returned, smoothly23. “If I can’t know why I am to play in a game like that I’d rather not play. That is final, Paul.”
“Very well!” fairly shouted the Frenchman. “Then let me give you a warning! Mind your own business! Don’t attempt to put your nose into anything you may see going on, or it shall be the worse for you!”
Without waiting for Vench to reply he turned and walked off, his eyes snapping with rage. The little cadet made a move as though to follow him and then stopped, lost in thought. Morro disappeared from view over a low hill and Vench stood still, his mind occupied by this new problem.
Then he reached up, pulled his military hat more firmly over his eyes, and started back for the school, a plan of action shaping in his active mind.
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