"Up to some trick, I'll bet a new hat," declared Tom. "I am glad dad sent for the detective. I hope he catches them red-handed at something, and locks them up."
"They certainly ought to be locked up," was Dick's comment.
The boys studied hard that evening and by ten o'clock all were tired out and ready to go to bed. But, just as they were on the point of retiring, there came a knock on the door of the room occupied by Tom and Sam, and Stanley appeared.
"You are wanted in Room 14!" said the student, in a loud whisper. "Come right along."
"What's up?" asked both boys.
"Feast—ice-cream and cake. Max and Spud were down to the town and they brought the stuff along. Come on, before it's too late and the ice-cream melts."
"Me for the ice-cream!" cried Tom, and did a handspring over his bed. "Are the others invited?"
"Sure—a round dozen," answered Stanley.
Room 14 was at the end of the corridor and occupied by two students named Lane and Parley, whole-souled fellows who were always ready for a good time. The room was so located that it had much more privacy than the other apartments.
