"I have no key," and Job Haskers stopped abruptly.
"I can let ye in the back way."
"That will do. Come, let us hurry—I am getting cold."
The back door was gained, and Job Haskers entered and felt his way up the semi-dark stairs. As he reached the upper hallway he found himself confronted by Doctor Clay, who had come in rather late, and who had been on the point of retiring when certain strange sounds had disturbed him and caused him to start an investigation.
"Why, Mr. Haskers, where have you been?" asked the doctor in astonishment. "I heard a noise, but I did not know you were stirring."
"I—er—I imagined some of the students were skylarking," faltered the assistant.
"Did you catch anybody?"
"No, sir,—they were too slick for me."
"This skylarking after hours must cease. Have you any idea who they were?"
"Not—er—exactly. I had some trouble early in the evening with Porter, Lawrence, and Morr, and they may be the ones. If you please, I'll take a look in their room."
"Do so, and if anything is wrong, have them report to me in the morning," said Doctor Clay, and retired once more to his room.
Moving swiftly through the hallway, Job
