his relatives, which he might not be disposed to have made pubhc property."
"Very well," answered the professor, and he led the way to his private office at the end of the library and closed its door.
Frank told his story from beginning to end, and he had an interested and sympathetic listener.
When he had concluded, the professor extended his hand, and Frank was proud to grasp it.
"Jordan," he said, "you are a noble fellow. I liked you from the first; I like you better than ever now. If every boy in the school came to me as you have done he would find in me a true friend. I hope you will tell the boys so."
"I don't have to," declared Frank. "They all know you are a good old—I mean, their friend," stammered Frank, checking his impetuous utterance just in time, "but they are a little shy."
Professor Elliott returned to the library and Frank accompanied him.
"Mace," said the former, "you may have acted on your best convictions, but I am assured that you have made a great mistake."
"I don't see how," muttered Gill stubbornly. "There's the bracelet. He had it, didn't he? So he stole it."
"That does not follow—except in your perverted opinion," observed the professor drily. "We will
