ft for us. It must
have been knocked off the table." He picked it up off the floor. It was
addressed to him, and proved to be from Charley Taylor. It read:

"DEAR ANDY. I watched you play to-day. You did well. I've got a
peach of a mushroom bat that I don't want, for I'm going in for
rowing instead of baseball this season. I left the bat in the
storeroom on your corridor when I moved out of Wright Hall. You can
have it if you like. I gave it to Mortimer Gaffington once, but he
said he never could find it. I don't believe he cared much about
it, anyhow. Take it and good luck."

"By jinks!" cried Andy, as he read the missive and passed it to Dunk.
"Do you remember that time Mortimer was hunting for Charley's bat in the
closet?"

"I should say I did! That was the time we were looking for the thief who
took Frank Carr's silver cup and his book."

"Sure. Well, I'm just going to have a look for that bat now. Maybe I'll
have better luck than Mortimer did."

"Go ahead. I'll stay here in case Ikey comes in with the socks. No use
having him bother us. Might as well pay him so he'll quit running in."

"Sure. Well, I'm going to rummage for the bat," and Andy, thinking of
many things, went down the corridor to the large closet that was used as
a store room by the students.

It was more filled than before with many things, and Andy had some
difficulty in locating the bat. Finally he found it away down in a
corner, under an old football suit, and drew it out. As he did so
something fell to the closet floor with a clang of metal.

"I wonder what that was?" mused Andy. "It sounded like----" He did not
finish the thought, but made his way to the far end of the closet. It
was dark there, but, groping around, his fingers touched something hard,
round, smooth and cold. With trembling hand Andy drew it out, and when
the single electric light in the center of the storeroom fell upon it
Andy uttered a cry of surprise.

"Frank's silver cup!" he cried. "The thief hid it in there! I wonder if
the book's here, too?"

He made a hasty but unsuccessful search and then, with the bat and cup,
he hurried to the room where Dunk awaited him.

"What's up?" demanded Dunk, as Andy fairly burst into the room.

"Lots! Look here!"

"Frank Carr's silver cup! Where'd you get it?"

"In the closet where Mortimer Gaffington hid it!"

"Mortimer Gaffington?" gasped Dunk. "You mean----"

"I mean that I'm sure now o