detective in Link's room, been
discovered. How it got in the closet of the young farmer, unless he put
it there, the lawyer whom Andy and Dunk had hired said he could not
understand.

"I've had my man interview the boarding mistress at the house in Crown
street," the lawyer told the boys, "and she says no one went to Link's
room, but himself, the day the book was found. But I haven't given up
yet."

It was the night before the Yale-Princeton freshman baseball game, which
was to take place at Yale Field. Andy and Dunk were in their room,
talking over the possibilities, and perfecting their code of signals.

"It looks as though it would be good weather," observed Andy, getting up
and going to the window. "Nice and clear outside."

"If it only keeps so," returned Dunk. "Hope we have a good crowd."

Someone knocked on the door.

"Come!" called Andy and Dunk together. The two chums looked at each
other curiously.

Ikey Stein entered, his face all smiles.

"Such bargains!" he began.

"Socks or neckties?" asked Andy, looking for a book to throw at the
intruder.

"Socks--silk ones, and such colors! Look!" and from various pockets he
pulled pairs of half hose. They fell about the room, giving it a
decidedly rainbow effect.

"Oh, for the love of tomatoes!" cried Dunk. "Have you been raiding a
paint store?"

"These are all the latest shades--the fashion just over from Paris!"
exclaimed Ikey, indignantly. "I bought a fellow's stock out and I can
let you have these for a quarter a pair. They're worth fifty in any
store."

"Take 'em away!" begged Andy. "They hurt my eyes. I won't be able to
play ball to-morrow."

"You ought to buy some--look, I have some dark blue ones," urged Ikey,
holding them up. "These are very--chaste!"

"Those aren't so bad," conceded Dunk, tolerantly.

"Take 'em for twenty cents," said the student salesman, suddenly. "I
need the money!"

"Tell you what I'll do," spoke Andy. "If we win the game to-morrow I'll
buy a dollar's worth, provided you let us alone now."

"It's a bargain!" cried Ikey, gathering up the scattered socks.

"And I'll do the same," promised Dunk, whereupon the salesman departed
for other rooms.

"Queer chap, isn't he?" remarked Dunk, after a pause that followed
Ikey's departure.

"Yes, but do you know, I rather like him," said Andy, with a quick look
at his chum. "There's one thing that a fellow gets into the habit of
when he comes to Yale--or, for that matter, t