ere are some other slips
of paper, evidently older, on which other problems have been written
out more fully. These older slips of paper contain problems of
last November and early December---the time when Prescott was
in his deep trouble. Now, these older slips are of paper just
like the piece that fell from the handkerchief that Prescott took
out of his blouse on that tragic day. Somewhere in the files
the authorities have that slip that figured in the charges at
Prescott's trial by general court-martial. I imagine, on comparison,
that slip will be found to be on paper identical with these slips
containing older problems. And you will note that these older
slips are written on with a typewriting machine, with crude figures
drawn in, just as in the case of the slip that figured Prescott's
trial. Now, Mr. Dodge, isn't it plain to even the dullest mind
that you have been systematically cribbing at math., and that
it is to that fact you owe your present high standing in the yearling
class?"

"Now that I think of it," remarked Brayton, turning and fixing
his roommate with a frigid, hostile stare, "I have, on at least
two occasions, entered this room just in time to see Mr. Dodge
spring up hastily from near the fireplace. But I am a dull-witted
fellow, I suppose, and I didn't suspect.

"Have you anything to say, Mr. Dodge?" demanded Anstey.

"Nothing," barely gasped the detected wretch.

"Then I will say something instead, suh," continued the Virginian.
"I would rather the task fell to someone else, but this work has
been delegated to me, and I must see it through, suh. Mr. Dodge, we
are all satisfied that you are a miserable, lying, sneaking hound,
suh, not worthy to associate with gentlemen. We are satisfied, suh,
that you are without honor or principle, and that you will never be
fit to become an officer of the Army."

"Now, see here, fellows," broke in Dodge in a whining tone, "if
you'll be generous and give me another chance, I can live this down."

"Then you admit that which we have been stating against you, do
you, suh?" questioned the Virginian. "It will be best for you
to be wholly honest, suh!

"Yes---yes---I---admit---it," cried Dodge brokenly. "But I didn't
deliberately plan for Prescott's undoing---on my honor, I didn't!
What happened was this: When I took Prescott's handkerchief with
one hand, I had that crib in the other hand. After using the
handkerchief, I found that I couldn't pass it