I'll begin at the beginning." Anstey began with the handkerchief-borrowing episode in barracks area.

He dwelt upon the accusation against Cadet Prescott, the court-martial, and the further fact that even the verdict of acquittal had not, at first, been fully accepted by all members of the corps of cadets clearing Dick of the fearful suspicion against his honor.
"What has all this to do with me ?" snarled Dodge.

"Is Prescott trying to revive his old and infamous hints against me?
"Wait a moment, Mr.Dodge," continued Anstey patiently.

"Now will now move along to the drill in the riding hall yesterday afternoon." Anstey then described the bared cuff that Prescott had seen on Dodge's left wrist.
"That's a lie," rasped out Dodge.
But Anstey heeded him not; Prescott merely smiled.

But the sight of that smile maddened Dodge, who sprang up, crying: "Yes! You think you have it all cooked up against me, Dick Prescott! But you'll find that truth and right will win." Dick did not answer, but Anstey, looking impressively at the culprit, declared: "Mr.Dodge, tonight, while you were away, we pried up that brick!" Every vestige of color fled from Bert's face.