disturbed way. "Of course there is a mistake. Officer, please come with me to the library. I wish to look into this affair."
"I would like to have Gill Mace and my friend, Ned Foreman, come with us, sir," suggested Frank.
"Certainly, Jordan. Charged with robbery! Dear me! Officer, this is a pretty serious action on your part."
"I'm only doing my legal duty, sir," insisted the constable.
"You have a warrant for the arrest of our student, then?"
"No, sir, I haven't," acknowledged the officer, "but the sheriff said I had a right to act in the premises."
"How so?" demanded Mr. Elliott.
"This lad, Mace, came to us and declared that he had seen in the possession of the Jordan boy a diamond bracelet stolen from his uncle at Tipton, the town that both of them came from."
"Well?"
"He had telegraphed for his uncle to come on at once. He expects him on the eight o'clock train. The sheriff said that, in a way, the case being under the jurisdiction of another State, we might hold the accused as a fugitive from justice, pending identification."
"Fugitive, nonsense! identification, fiddlesticks!"
