I'm too tired to guess riddles, Jerry." "Well, you know how Sharp called me down to-day in English ?" "Sure!" "Well, I've learned that he just received a new photograph of some lady--I think his best girl.

He has it on the mantle in his room.

I'm going to doctor that picture, and I'm going to lay the blame on Tom Rover." "How will you do it ?" "By using something I got out of Rover's dress-suit case." "Oh, I see!" "Sharp will suspect Rover at once, because he and Rover had a few words yesterday." "Good! I hope he catches it well--Rover, I mean," answered Dudd Flockley.
Saturday was more or less of a holiday at Brill, and the three Rover boys planned to go to town.

Incidentally, they wished to learn if Dora Stanhope and the Laning girls had as yet arrived at Hope Seminary.
They had received no letters from the girls since coming to Brill, and were growing anxious.
Tom was dressing to go to town when there came a knock on his door, and one of the proctors presented himself.
"Thomas Rover, you are wanted at the office immediately," said the man.
"What for ?" asked Tom.
"Don't ask me, ask Professor Sharp," answered the proctor, and looked at Tom keenly.
Wondering what could be the matter, Tom finished dressing, and in a few minutes presented himself at the office.

President Wallington and Professor Sharp were both waiting for him.
"So you've come at last, have you, you young rascal!" cried Abner Sharp angrily.