Why he did that only himself (and possibly Nellie) knew.
Sunday passed quietly.

Some of the boys attended one or another of the churches in Ashton, and the Rovers went with them.

Dudd Flockley and his cronies took a walk up the river, and reaching a warm, sunny spot, threw themselves down to smoke cigarettes and talk.
"Well, what did you do about the dress-suit case, Jerry ?" asked Flockley with a sharp look at his crony.
"Returned it, as you know," was the answer, and Jerry winked suggestively.
"I'd have flung the bag in the river before I would give it to such a chap as Tom Rover," growled Larkspur.
"You trust me, Larky, old boy," answered Jerry Koswell.

"I know what I'm doing." "Humph!" "I said I returned the case, but I didn't say I returned all that was in it." "What do you mean by that ?" demanded Flockley.

"If you've got a secret, out with it." Koswell looked around to make certain that no outsider was near.
"I kept a few things out of the bag--some things that had Tom Rover's name or his initials on them." "And you are going to--" went on Flockley.
"I am going to use 'em some day, when I get the chance." "Good!" cried Flockley.