CHAPTER THIRTY ONE.
WELCH'S VERSUS PARRETT'S JUNIORS.
"Of course," said Riddell, as he and Wyndham strolled down by the river that afternoon, "now that your mystery is all cleared up we are as far off as ever finding out who really cut the rudder-lines." "Yes.

My knife is the only clue, and that proves nothing, for I was always leaving it about, or lending it, or losing it.

I don't suppose I kept it one entire week in my pocket all the time I had it.

And, for the matter of that, it's not at all impossible I may have dropped it in the boat-house myself some time.

I often used to change my jacket there." Riddell had half expected Wyndham would be able to afford some clue as to who had borrowed or taken the knife at that particular time.