Yet what did this evidence show?
In the meantime the cadets sat staring the tops of their desks, or the covers of their books.

The gaze of each man was stony; so were his feelings.
Prescott, the soul of honor, caught in such a scrape as this! But there must be some sensible and satisfactory explanation, thought at least half of the cadets present.
"Have I permission to ask a question, sir ?" asked Dick in an almost hollow voice.
"Proceed, Mr.Prescott." "Is the paper in my handwriting, sir ?" "It is not," declared the instructor.

"Most of it is in typewriting, with two figures drawn crudely in ink.

There are three or four typewriting machines on the post to which a cadet may find easy access.

You may examine this piece of paper, Mr.Prescott, if you think that will aid you to throw any light on the matter." Dick stepped forward, lurching slightly.