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declared Gill.
"There is the bracelet in question, Professor Elliott," said Frank, promptly placing a little parcel done up in tissue paper in the hands of the professor.
"I told you he had it. Didn't I say so?" crowed and chuckled the triumphant Gill.
"However, I didn't steal it," continued Frank. "There is a story I should like to tell you, Professor Elliott. Its telling now may save some trouble later on."
"Yes--yes," nodded Mr. Elliott in a somewhat 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!" commented the old professor testily. "Jordan isn't going to run away. As to his identification, he has turned the property in question over to me, and, knowing him as I do, I would stake a good deal that when he comes to explain matters it will clear up the situation so far as he is concerned.
You have no legal right to apprehend Jordan, officer, and we certainly will not allow you to disgrace him through an arrest, except by due process of law."
"With every respect to you, sir," said the constable humbly, "what am I to do, then?"
"Go back to town, wait till this man Mace arrives, and bring him here to consult with me."
Frank gave the professor a grateful look. He felt at that moment that Mr.
Elliott was indeed what Bob Upton had so enthusiastically declared him to be "a good old man."
"Now, then," continued Professor Elliott, waving the constable away as they entered the library, "we will get at the bottom of this matter. This is the bracelet in question, is it, Jordan?" he inquired, indicating the little parcel Frank had given him.
"I think it is, Mr. Elliott."
"How did you come by it?"
"If you please, Mr. Elliott," said Frank, "I would like to tell you my story in private. It involves another person, and also some facts about his relatives, which he might not be disposed to have made public 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 n.o.ble 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 a.s.sured 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 move no further in this matter until your uncle arrives. Foreman, I wish to have a word with you."
"Yes, sir," bowed Ned politely.
"I will give you a note to my attorney in Bellwood. You will tell him all that Jordan has told you, as to his experiences with the person who visited us in your behalf the other day. My lawyer will ferret out this mystery concerning you, and I feel pretty sanguine you will discover something of decided interest and profit to you."
"Thank you, sir."
"None of you three need report for studies today, as I may desire to see any or all of you later on quick notice."
The boys were dismissed. Gill Mace looked suspicious and mystified, Ned was radiant, Frank felt that his patience and loyalty to his friends were about to score a grand result.
Just then the door opened, and a bl.u.s.tering and excited form burst into the room.
It was Samuel Mace.
CHAPTER XXV
CONCLUSION
"h.e.l.lo, Gill," said the jeweler to his nephew, and then, glaring at Frank and facing Professor Elliott in an insolent way, he added: "Now, what's doing here?"
"Is this Mr. Mace?" inquired the professor, advancing courteously.
"Yes, it is," retorted the jeweler in an ungracious tone, "and I want to know who's been interfering with my affairs, and where's the diamond bracelet that Jordan boy stole from me?"
"This lad stole no bracelet from you, Mr. Mace," said Professor Elliott positively, and placing his hand on Frank's shoulder.
"h.e.l.lo! There's a scheme to cheat me and save him, is there?" flared out the jeweler. "The constable gave me to understand that. See here, Elliott--if that is your name----"
"I am Professor Elliott, yes," interrupted the academy president.
"Well, I paid my nephew's tuition to have him a.s.sociate with decent boys--not with a thief that you seem to be shielding and harboring here."