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Dick Merriwell as detective, or, For the honor of a friend
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CIRCULATION issued Weekly. .8y SuoscriPtion $2.50 per year. Entere d as j,'econd Cla s s Matter at New Y 9 rll f'ost Ojfiu by STREET & SMITH, 2,38 Wlllzam .::it,, N. Y. No.356. Price, Five Cents. WllILB TllE TllUGS WEIU: FIGHTING A.KONG THKJISELVES, DICK MERRIWELL DRAGGED SA.II.OB JA.CX TO HIS J'EET, AND HUBRIEDLY PULLED HUI Jl'RO:M TRE ROOM .


Tip Top "7'eek:ly. (LARGE SI.ZE.) If you have not read them, look over this catalogue and you will read a list of stories unexceUed in any part of this world to-day. . Don't fail to read these stories if you have not already. 325-Dick Merriwell's Triumph; or, The Finish of the Season. 326-Frank Merri well on Deck; o r , Getting Into Mad River League. 327-Dick Merriwell in Trim; or, The Boy Wonder of the League. 328-Frank Merriwell's Honor; or, Defying the Boss of the League. 329-Dick Merriwell's Danger; or. The Secret Order of the League. 330-Frank Merriwell's Fracas; or, Times in Mad River League. 331-Dick Merriwell's Di(:\]11ond; or, Fighting for the Lead in the League. 332-Frank Merriwe111s Turn; or, The Greatest Game of the Season. 333-Dick Merriwell's New Ball; or, The Boy Wonder at His Best. 334-Frank Merriwell's "Ginger:" or, Winning an Uphill Game. 335-Dick Merriwell's Stroke: or , Unmasking"'-the Man of Mystery. 336-Frank Merriwell's ,Winners; or, Landing on Top in Mad River League. 337-Dick Merriwell's Return; or; Back Again to the Old School. 338-Dick Merriwell's Difficulties; or, Making Up the Eleven . 339-Dick Merriwell's Mercy; or, The First Game on the Gridiron. 340--:Dick Merriwell's Dash: or, Playing Fast and Fair. 341-Dick Merri'well's Set; or, Friends and Foes at Fardale. 342-Dick Merriwell's Ability; or, The Young Gladiators ?f the Gridiron . 343-Dick Merriwell's Mascot; or, By Luck or Pluck. 344-Dick Merriwell's Trust; or, Friendship True and Tried . 345-Dick Merriwell's Success; or, Bound to be a Winner. 346-Dick Merriwell's Determination; or. The Courage that Conquers. 347-Dick Merriwell's Readiness; or, Who Stole the Papers? 348-Dick Merriwell's Trap: or, Snaring a Spook. 349-Dick Merriwell's Vim; or, The Greatest Game of Alf. 350-Dick Merriwell's or, ' Beaten ,at Every Turn. ' 351-Dick Merriwell's Defense; or, Up Against the Great Eaton Five. 352-Dick Merriwell's Dexterity: Hot Work to . the Finish. Merri well Puzzled ; or, .The Mystery of Flint. 354-Dick Merriwell's Help; or, Flint's Struggle with Himself. 355-Dick Merriwell's Model; or, Frank Merriwell's Fight for Fortune. 356-Dick Merri well as Detective ; or. For the Honor of a 357-Dick Merriwell''s Dirk; or, Beset by Hidden Peril. . 358.:..__Dick Merriwell's Victory: or, Holding Enemy in Check. With TrP ToP 285 begins the now famous Fardale Serie s, in which Dick Merriwell i has entered the good old school at which the career of 'Frank Merriwell also began some I years ago. Thousands of young American s will want to read of the fine things that Dick Merriw.ell h as done , is doing and will in the future do. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, . . 238 William St., New York. *****llE*llEllEllEllEllE**llEllEllEllEllEl!EllEllEllEllEllEllEllEllEllEllEllE:lll'.llEllEllEllEllE ..


Issued Weellly . B v Su/Jscr1"f'tion la.fa per year. Entered .,s S u o 1td CIJ ss Matter a t the N. Y . Post Offic. , b y STREET cl SMITH, :1.39 Wiiiiam St., N . Y, Entered a c c ordm,y lo Act oj Co11;rress ln tile y ear tQOJ, in tlte O ffice of lite Libraria n of C o ngress, Was hinl{ton , IJ. C. No. 356. NEW YORK. February 7, 1903. Price Five Cents. DICK MERRIWELL AS DETECTIVE; OR, For the Honor of a Friend. By BURT L. STANDISH. CHAPTER I. until I found an opportunity to tell you how sorry ENEMIES. I really am." Dave Flint and Clint Shaw met at the Barracks "I'll make you sorrier some time!" said Shaw, redoor as Shaw was passing out. . Shaw had a cast vengefully. "You marked me for life! I'll always held in place by straps over his nose. He gave Fli n t have the scar where your skate struck my nose and a sidelong glare of intense hatred. crushed it!" "Hold on a moment, Shaw," said the red-headed plebe , appealingly. "I want to say something to you." The down-dra w n corners of Sha w ' s mouth seemed to s ettle a little as he paused and surveyed Flint, and he sourly ret o rted : Involuntarily Dave Flint lifted his hand and touch . ed the scar on his left cheek. He knew what it meant to have such a disfigurement, and again he declared he was sorry for the other lad. Yet why should he be sorry? Shaw had followed "I don't care to be seen talking with you. I don't him , together with many others, and had heaped taunts want you to speak to me!" and insults upon him. They had pelted him with "All right ," said Dave; "if you do not wish it, I'll not speak to you afttilt this time. But now I want t o t ell y ou that I am sorry I broke your nose . I did it in a fit of p assi on, and I have been unable to rest snowballs and pieces of ice until , struck and cut by a jagged chunk of ice, the outraged plebe had turned and hurled his skates at them, after which he charged bareh a nd e d anQ. scattered them in all


2 TIP TOP WEEKLY. Shaw had been struck in the face and knocked down by one of Dave' s skates. His nose was smashed and broken. It had been fixed up as well as possible by a local doctor; but Clint's heart was torn with rage when he learned that he would be likely to carry the scar as long as he lived. This fellow blamed Flint entirely. He did not pause to consider that he had nagged Dave beyond endurance, and that he had called the unoffending lad , cur, coward, sneak-every degrading n a me he could bring to mind . He did not pause to reflect t hat he had taunted Dave with being the son of a bird. . He had fancied Flint too cowa,rdly to resent any insult or injury, and the sudden movement of the fellow, who had been tortured beyond endurance , to o k Shaw completely by surprise. E v en after that, failing to understand Dave Flint, Shaw believed the fellow a coward. E v en cowards may be driyen into a, sort of frenz i ed rage and despair that resembles courage. He could not conceive that Da,e had fought and struggled with himself from the very start to keep from flying at hi s tormentors tooth and nail. "I didn' t mean to mark you , " said Flint. "I didn't do it intentionall y." "That doesn't make any difference; you did it, a nd I'll get even!" "All right," came humbly from Df).ve. "I was in hope s I could make you understand how much I regret it ; but l see I can't. " . __ Instead of understanding, Shaw more than ever inclined to 1 regiu : d Flint as a -q:iward. To him it seemed that Dave had thought the over and was now seeking _to. reta _ Jiation by _ his hum bleness and professed regret. That Dave had amazing Shaw . had b e en t o ld by others who had felt his hand when his rage was awakened. Clint knew now that it not sa f e to awake. o the sl1,lp.1bering in Flint's . heart. But h e made the mistake of thinking that whi le it slum bered the lion 'Yas a j a ckal. . professor when the truth was learned, and that sunply added to his rancor toward Dave . "I suppose you think you're. all right now that you got out of that piece of business and Dick Merriwe11 has taken you up?" sneered Clint, giving his head a shake and yanking down the corners of his mouth. "You wait and see! Something is g oing to drop pretty soon , and you ' ll get hurt." "Shaw," said Flint, gravely and earnestly, ' ! I hope you will not make lose m y head and fly into a rage again, for if you d o you will be the one to regret it. I am dangerous when I am aroused." Clint laughed coldly . ' "Oh, I'm not afraid of you!" he declared. But he lied. "That is because you do not know me," said Dave, in a low tone. "If you did--" He made a gesture that the other fell o w did not undei • stand. In truth Shaw did not know Flint. At Fardale there was but one boy who did understand Dave, and that was Dick Merriwell. It was Dick ' s help and friendship that si1stai11ed the scar-faced plebe when he found his own cla s s , and, as it seemed, the whole school against him. Flint was not a boy to win friends by any personal magnetism. He 'vas red-headed, plain, scarred, awkward, and had a harsh voice. But Dick Merriwell had discovered that the hea r t of this boy was all . right. He had also discovered that this boy needed a friend, and he had not hesitated to offer his friendship, which was gratefully accepted. Chester Arlington had hated Flint from the start For. 011e thing, he ha.ted Dave because he was pO'Or. For another, Dave had seemed humble and lacking in I courage: Yet another had been Flint's apparent stingirJ.ess and meanness in regard to money . But Dick di s covered that Flint-had a broth<;r for whom he was pinching and saving. Dick had aided in sending Dave' s brother to an eminent doctor to be treated for a crooked back, and he had promised to Although he . regarded. Flint as to _ blame for everyaid the little fellow to obtain an education . thirul. Shaw had himself been censured by the head No won<; ler Dave was grateful to Dick. Eut., he


TIP TOP WEEKLY. 3 was resolved that he would pay back every cent ex pended through Dick upon Little Bill, his brother. Dave wz.s He balked at the thought of accep ::ir.g charity. None of that for him. "Oh, g:> on!" ex-::l2in:e::l Clit:t Shaw, wondering over Fiirit's g=st:re. "Juct yo:.i threw your skate ar.d l:it me yo'..l war.t to i::-..-:precc me with the be lief that you are a savage and dangerous fellow. You make me sick!" Flint turr.ed away. He saw that he had made a mistaY.:e in expressir:g regret over his act, and yet he fel.t that o'.lt the robbery of Washburn's drug store?" he sl1:u?!Y in a way that was quite disconcerting, poi!-1tbg at Ciint with one index finger. "Eh?" exclaimed Shaw, starting. "V/hy-er-Iah--" He stopped, for he seemed completely "rattled" by the manner of the man, who had taken him entirely off his guard. "Speak up!" the detective. "How do you kr.ow so much? Mr. \Vashburn has not made the matter public."


4 TIP TOF WEEKLY. There seemed to be susp1C'.1on, accusation, inquisi tiveness in the voice arid manner of the detective, "Artd you went to hitn and asked him if he hadn't?" "Yes. That was yesterday. He told me to keep whose eyes were fixed searchingly on Shaw. stifl about it, and asked me to come and see you to-"I'll tut-tell you how it was," said Shaw. "He-day, sir. " he dropped a stamped envelope one day." "Hum! Who is this fellow Flint?" "He? Who?" "Flint. I saw him take some papers out of his pocket, and the envelope dropped. I picked it up. It was a stamped envelope, and it bad Mr. Washburn's name printed on the corner. There was no address upon it. That seemed queer to me." He flotmdered a little. Henry Nelso11 was about five feet away, looking steadily at him, and the look disconcerted Clint. "lt-it seemed queer to me," Shaw floundered on. "When 1 offered it back to him he said it wasn't his. I told him he dropped it, but he said ' I was mistaken. That was the first thing." "Go 011," said Nelson, without moving, still watching Clint with those steady eyes. "I-I kept thinking about it and wondering how he came to have that unaddressed stamped envelope, which was empty, and which _ had Joseph Washburn's name on the corner, and why he .had sworn that he d i d not drop it." "Hum!" said Nelson. "I had a friend who used to room with him. l knew my friend had moved out, but I walked up the next day ready to pretend I bad forgotten my friend had moved and just sauntered right into his room. He had just stepped out. I knew he'd be right back, for he had not fastened his door, so I went into his closet and his drawers in a hurry. In the closet I found a lot of fancy articles that I knew had come from a drug store. r found some more in a dre\wer. Then I took it into my head to get out, and I did so just in time to dodge him." "vVhat do you say his name is?'' "Dave Flint." "Hum! So you decided that Washburn had been r ob bed;• "He' s in my class, sir, and he's a cheap chap. No one likes him. His roommates wottldnjt stay in the room with hin1, and he has to room alone no\v." "Do you dislike him in particular ?j' "\.Veil, I haven ' t any great reason td like hirt'I.' "vVhat has he ever done to you?'' "He threw a skate at me and broke tny nose." "Is that \ vhy you say he's a cheap chap(" / "Not at all! Preston, the friend I p1etended to go up to see , who ust'!d to room with this Flint, once heard hirrt tell another chap by the natne of Merri\veli all about himself. didn't know Preston was listening , for he was lying on one of the beds in a.n alcove, and they did not see hitn at all. He heard Flint confess that his father died in jail, so now Flint is called the son of a jail-bird. He comes from a low family, sir." "So Flint is generally disliked at school?" "That he is! " "He looks like a fellow who would Sttal ?" "He looks mean enough to steal the coppers off a dead man's eyes." "Has he no friends? It's hardly likely he com n1itted . this robbery alone." "The only friend he has is a fellow named Merriwell." "This Merriwell is another cheap fellow whom everybody dislikes ?" "No," confessed Shaw, riot without evidertt reluc tance, "instead of that, he's the most popular fellow in school." Nelson brightened. "Ah!" he said. "The most unpCJpular a nd the l:lopular. A fine partnership! Tell me more about Merriwell." So he led Shaw on by questions. Finally he said : "You don't seem to like Merriwell vourself ?"


, TIP TOP WEEKLY. s "No, I do not. He's no friend of mine. I'd like to see him get it in the neck." "Do you think he had anytTiing to do with this robbery?" "He may have I" exclaimed Clint, eagerly. "Perhaps he did l I believe he did l" "What makes you believe that?" "Oh, I--I do11't know l I just believe it, that's all." . "And I suppose you hope he did?" "Yes!" said Sha.w, a revengefl.tl glint i11 his eyes; "I hope so! 1t would give rne the greatest sati s fac tion." "!his boy i s revengeful," thought the detective. "He hates an enern y , and is the kind of a d1ap to do almo s t anything to get revenge on 011e he hates. He confes s ed to a strong hatred fot Flint. " Then he again questioned Clint about going to ! ' lint's room and finding the things there. Some of his que s tions came so suddenly and 'vere so unex pected that Shaw seemed to grow rather confused. At last the detective said: "\i\T ell. you are to keep s till ab out this." "Aren' t yo u g oing t o

/ 6 TIP TOP WEEKLY. ing along the track. Had he pursued, Shaw's sus picions would have been aroused instantly on glan cing back. But when the railroad bridge below the town was reached Shaw seemed to suddenly disappear, as if he had made a misstep and dropped through. Nelson started and wondered if his spectacles had played him a trick. The boy had vanished. After waiting for two minutes for Clint to reappear, the detective took to the railroad and walJied swiftly toward the bridge. Not far froin the bridge he had observed a hand car shed, and he did not pause until he was safely in side the from which he peered out through a crack that gave him a full view of the bridge. Nelson had remained there about five minutes when he saw the head of Clint Shaw rise from between the stringers of the bridge. Shaw glanced up and down the track, and then he quickly climbed out to the wide plank that ran along between the rails over the bridge and started back toward the railroad crossing. The Pinkerton man quietly sat down in a corner be hind a handcar and let the boy pass. "Go on, my lad," he muttered. "I think I'll try to find out what interests you beneath that bridge." So he permitted Shaw to depart, without offering to follow him further. When Clint had vanished, the detective left the shed and proceeded to the railroad bridge. The crossties over the bridge were far enough apart to permit an ordinary man to drop between them into the water beneath. Nelson walked slowly . onto the bridge, looking downward. About a fourth of the way out from the end of the bridge rose a stone pier. Near it an iron girder was strung beneath the bridge. Facing the stone pier he discovered within arm;s length of him an opening somewhat larger than a man's head. I mounted hair brush, to which was attached a tag, bearing a cost mark and selling price. The detective smiled \nd placed the brwsh where it would be safe, after which he drew from that opening a number of fancy articles of considerable value, such as country druggists usually carry in stock. Two or three of these articles he slipped into his . pockets. Others he returned to their hiding place in the stone pier. Then the detective rose from his uncomfortable position, climbed out upon the bridge and walked back into town. "Mr. Washburn," he said, as he presented himself the druggist in that gentleman's private office, "do you recognize these things?" He spread on the desk the articles he had taken from their place of concealment. "Do I?" cried the proprietor of the store, in great excitement. "I should say ' so!" "They are some of the stuff taken the night your store was robbed?" "You bet they are!" "I thought so." "Where did you find them?" "Never mind now." "You know who robbed me?" "I think I know one of the parties concerned." "By George! that's great! Arrest him! arrest him at once!" "And have the others give you the slip?" "He can be frightened into making a confession." "That's the last resort, Mr. Washburn. I prefer to nab all of my game in a bunch. Of course, it's often necessary to pinch one fellow and take chances that he will implicate his pals. I think I can do bet ter 'in this case, although possiqly not." "Who is the one you have detected?" Nelson smiled. "Pardon me if I do not answer just yet." Already Nelson had discovered that the deputy sheriff of Fardale was an energetic, bright-appearing Into this , opening he thrust his arm. young man, and he called on this officer, who was . When he drew his hand forth it contained a silver.. placed on guard in the handcar shed, with orders to • '


TIP TOP vVEEKLY. 7 keep ou.t of sight ai1d watch the bridge constantly. Nelson promised to have another man on hand to per-form that du.ty at night. r Then Nelson proceeded at once to Fardale Academy, where he called on Professor Gunn, who re ceived him with no small amount of surprise. "I see by your cards, sir," said the professor, "that you are a detective, sir. \\irhat can I do for you, sir? What brings you here?" "Business," answered Nelson, laconically. "Professor , can you tell me anything in particular of a stn dent named Merri well? What is his record?" "Excellent-most excellent." "You regard him as thoroughly honest and re-"Unless he slipped out without leave he could not have been in it." "Professor," said Nelson, as if he had suddenly decided on something, "I wish to search Flint's room. .'Nill you accompany . me?" "Yes, yes. I'm sure you're wasting your _ time, but I'JI go with you." They went to Flint's room. Flint was not in. The janitor, who had duplicate keys . to every room, was called and admitted them. Nelson had a pair 9 keen eyes, and he seemed to know just where to look for the things he sought. From a drawer he took out a silver-mounted atomizer, a silver flask and a few other things which still bore liable?" "I do, sir. I'll stake my 1j fe on it. boy." store tags. From a corner in the closet he secured a He 1s a fine number of other articles. These were all plac7d. on the table, and they lay there when Flint himself came "What about Dave Flint?" "Flint? He's in the fourth class. \i\Tell, I can't say. He's had considerable trouble of although he has not seemed at all responsible. Be's not a brilliant-appearing lad, but I was glad to see him come ont of his recent troubles, and I hope that he is all right. " "And now another one, Clin .ton Shaw?" "I don't know mt\ch about him. I believe he re cently met with misfortune at the hands of Flint, who accidentally broke Shaw' s nose. But why

8 TIP,_ TOP WEEKLY. guilty persons betray their guilt after the same fashm your room. Speak up and tell everything. Speak 10n. More than that, he had discovered that innocent persons of ten are stunned and confused into an ap pearance of guilt that seems very conclusive to the superficial observer, while there are criminals who can carry an air of injured innocence that is almost bafiling. up." Dave saw an answer was demanded from him. "I have nothing to tell," he declared. This angered the professor. "It will do you no good to be obstinate, boy!" he exclaimed. "It will simply make matters worse for It must be confessed that the appearance of Flint you. If you confess, if you tell who your companion was not_,such as impressed Nelson favorably in his be half. By Flint's appearancre is not meant his be . when informed that he wa5 under arrest. The Pinkerton mah was balancing up things ; he was watching to see how Dave deported himself under fire. Flint's heart had given a gre'at thump, his face had turned pale, he had turned rigid; he stood _ there, look ing from one to the other, his eye finally resting on the stolen articles lying before him upon the table. Professor Gunn had grown hard. He was satisfied that Dave was guilty. His sympathy for this boy had been awakened by Dick Merriwell, but now he be lieved Merriwell was wrong and that Flint was a bad and vicious lad. Once Dave opened his lips to speak, but he closed them again, for a lump rose in his throat and almost choked him. Nelson noted the swelling of the boy's throat, which seemed ready to butst. The detective was not one to give away to sympathy, for that was a quality he had found detrimental to his calling. He did his duty al ways, but he wished to make no mistakes. I'rofessor Gunn was the first to break the silence. "I am sorry, sir," he said to Flint, "to find that I h ave been grossly deceived in you.' I regret very : nuch to fil!d that we have a boy of your character in t his school." Flint did not flinch, but he seemed to brace himself tb meet this. Into his eyes came something like a look of despair and resentment. He did not demand to know the charge against him. He waited. "I' you to make a full confession," said the "The evidence against you is there on the table, those stolen articles which have been found here or companions were in this crime it will be better for you." Now Nelson, as a rule/preferred to question a pris oner. In this case, however, he did not interfere. He studied Flint quietly. "What am I expected to confess?" asked Dave. "What is the charge against me?" "Robbery. Every article on tha t table was stolen from Joseph Wasliburn's store. They were found in your room. They are only a part of the plunder taken from the store. \Vhere is the rest?" "I don't know, sir." "You mean that your companion or companions in crime have the rest of the plunder?" "I mean that I do not know anything about it." "Then you do intend to deny all knowledge of it. I That is it. That is what you mean The professor was exasperated. "That is what I mean," said Flint, but there was nothing of defiance in his manner. "You're foolish!" cried the professor. "It will do you no good. You 'll have to suffer for your crime!" About this time Henry Nelson decided to take a hand. "Please let me talk to the boy, professor," }1e said, quietly. "Take him away!" cried the professor, indignantly. "Lock him up! I cannot have such a fellow here! He will contaminate my boys!" Flint shivered a little. "My boy," said Nelson, "you must understand that you made a mistake in going on such a lark as this. It is a serious mistake, and the best way to g t out of it is to speak the truth. If you own up at once, it will not seem so bad. I know boys will have their


TIP TOP WEEKLY. 9 sport, and sometimes they carry it too far. If you persist in denying that you were concerned you'll Simply make it harder for you. This matter is not generally known. Mr. V\Tashburn has kept it a secret. The of the village do not know he was robbed. If the missing articles, and the money taken from his cash register are returned to him he will be inclined to be lenient with the cdlprits. You can see now that there is but once course open for you. Unless you are anxious to be sent to a reformatory where you will have to spend a long time in confinement, you will not delay a moment about confessing and telling where the rest of the plunder is to b found. Above everything Mr. Washburn wishes to recover his stolen property. Speak up at once, and don ' t be afraid." Flint looked Nelson straight in the eyes. "I know nothing whatever about it," he declared, in a low , harsh tone . "Do what you like with me! I am not guilty! Send me to a reformatory, put the brand of crime on me. Make me an outcast, a wretch, a jail-bird I I am innocent! I have done nothing!" derstand that Nelson had in him the making of a great detective. If occasion required, he could browbeat a prisoner unmercifully; but in this case he attempted nothing like Flint shook his head. "I cannot confess, for I know nothing about it," he declared. "How came these stolen articles in your room?" "I don't know." "You must have placed them here." "I did not." "Then how did they come to be here?" "I tell you, sir, I do not know." "Have you an enemy who .might have hidden them in this room?" Flint made a slow gesture of despair. "I have nothing but enemies here!" he muttered, the bunch rising again in his throat. "No friends-not one?" "Yes, one-the best friend a fellow ever had." , "\:Vho is he?" The professor was disgusted. "Why, he's Dick '--But why do you want to "He is a hardened young rascal, that's plain!" he jmow? Do you mean to drag him into this? If you said. The detective did not mind the professor in the least. "Don' t be too hasty in refusing, my boy;'' he said, in a kindly W fY "My advice is for your good. I do not wish to harm you. Think over what I have said." At that moment he seemed like a father advising a son. And yet this Henry Nelson could be hard as iron when the occasion demanded. At this moment his kindly tone was assumed for effect. He had read Flint's nature, and he knew nothing could be hoped from the lad with the scar by trying to drive him into r a confession. Dave might be led or coaxed or flat-tered; he could not be driven. ,; It was this tact of reading his man correctly that made Nelson successful in spite of his youth and brief years of experience as a detective. More and mote headquarters -comihg -t<:> un-do, you're crazy! He's the squarest, whitest fellow in the world! He'd die rather than do anything wrong! I won't tell you who he is, for he shall not be con nected in any way with my disgrace!" "Then you do regard Dick as your friend?" "You know him ! The professor told you he was my friend? Well, he is! He has stood by me through everything! He was the only one who believed in me here. If it hadn't been for him I should have been forced from this school before this. Nothing seemed to shake his confidence in me. Nothingbut this-this-when he knows I am arrested for rob bery, when he knows stolen property was found con cealed in my room! Even he will lose faith in me then! I'll have no friend left in all the world-not one, save Little Bill! Poor Little Bill I It will kill him!" Then Dave sat down suddenly and weakly on a


IO TIP TOP WEEKLY. chair, covering his face with his hapds, and sobbed outright. Henry Nelson gazed at him and meditated. CHAPTER V. ON THE BRINK. Professor Gunn was nervous. The cry that had broken from Dave Flint' s heart stirred him. He was sorry for Flint, and still he believed the boy guilt y . Wha t did Henry Nel s on believe? He wa s saying nothing JUSt then ; he was gazing qui e tl y at the stricken lad and thinking. Sometimes he thought quickly; he was compelled to on many occasions. When he had time, he took it. Nelson took a chair and placed it before Flint, sitting there where he could look into the boy ' s e y es on a level when Dave lifted his agonized face. "Flint," he said, "I want you to answer every one of my questions without hesitation." "What's the good?" muttered the lad, brokeuly. "Ifs no use! Take me to prison! I know what'Jl happen! I am condemned even before I'm heard! I have no chance!" l "You will answer my questions," said the Pinkerton man, in a manner of quiet confidence, which, how ever, did not seem tci be a setting ot his will against that of the boy. Then he began to question Dave rapidly, asking him where he was on Sunday night, inquiring with minuteness into his every movement on the evening of that day. He fired those questions at the boy like s h o ts from a . G atling gun. Scarcely would Dave an s wer one questi o n before another dropped from N el s on ' s lip s . It wa s almost bewildering, and yet the boy s ee me d to keep h i s hea.d, and he answered , as he h:i

TIP TOP WEEKLY. I I it hard to make an honest living. I have been honest, but I may be driven to become a criminal!" "In most cases, " said the detective, "honest persons get their just dues." "But not always." Nelson said nothing . to this, for he was aware that justice sometimes miscarries and that the innocent suf fer in place of the guilty. This was something to be regretted, but he had concluded that it was inevitable. Flint looked round the room with a farewell gaze. He anticipated that he was leaving it for the last time. His heart was hot within him, and there was sadness in his plain, freckled face. All the bright . hopes of his boyhood were crumbled to dust. How could he longer have faith in anything? The world was against him, fate was against him, a black blot lay on his life . He had struggled with himself, and he had fought outward influences and conditions. At last he was conquered. The fight was over and the battle was lost. To be branded with crime meant ruin complete and eternal. Before him he saw a yawning cha.sm, black as eternal night. He shuddered at it, but he felt that he was doomed to be swallowed in the unending gloom. When he left that room and the academy he would pass out of Dick l\.fcrriwell's life forever. Thus he would lose the one friend he had treasured above all others; thus would be broken the one strong link that But Flint did not yet know _ the loyalty of Dick Mer riwell. "Are you ready?" asked Nelson, turninl?' to Bave, "Yes." "Then follow me." One last look, and then Dave walked out of the room behind the officer. They passed along the cor ridor and descended the three flights of stairs. Just outside the door a group of cadets had gath ered. As Dave came out Dick Merriwell himself detached himself from the group and spoke to him. "I say, Flint, old man," said Dick, "can't you get into the basketball game to-night? We'Ye got to beat those fellows, and you'll strengthen the team. You must play." Something like a sad smile fled across Dave Flint's scarred face. He shook his head. "Can't?" "No." "Why not?" Dave hesitated and looked at Nelson, who had stopped and was Dick Merriwell over with interest. "Why-why," faltered Dave, "I just can't, that's all." "Oh, come on, Flint!" exclaimed Brad Buckhart, the boy from Texas, as he strode out from the group had held him fast to his good resolutions and enabled and joined Merri .veil. "I sure reckon we need you him to continue the mighty struggle with himself and against fate. "Professor," said the detective, "I'll have to ask you to take charge of this stolen property and keep it for me until I call for it. Will you do so?" "Yes," said Gunn. "But call as soon as posssible. I want to get the stuff off my hands. I want to wash my hands of the affair. It will hurt the school. Parents will hesitate about sending their boys here where they may associate with thieves." Now, for the first time, Flint cringed a bit. The thought came to him that ever after he would be re membered at the academy as a thief. Even Dick Mer riweU would have to believe it I mighl:Q bad. You hear me whisper I" Buckhart, even I And he had once seemed Dave's enemy I Others of the group seemed awaiting Dave's decision with &ome anxiety. In moment when the barriers at school were melting away, when for him . the gate had opened leading to the land of good fellowship, he was to be crushed completely. It was hard. "I'd-I'd like to do it," said Dave, with a pathetic hoarseness in his voice; "but I can't. I shall not be here to-night." "Why, how's that?" said Dick. "\Vhere are you going?" Flint suddenly flung out his hand. l


12 TIP TOP WEEKLY. "To jail!" he cried, bitterly. "To jail p• They were astounded. "What? You're joking!" A harsh laugh escaped the lips of the poy with the scar. soned that the reaction when the boy was proven innocent would more than offset any distress through which he had passed . To be sure Nelson might ha v e arrested Shaw and tried to compel the fellow to confess and implicate hi s "Joking!" he said. "It's the joke of my companions in crime; but preferred, when possible, life. " to obtain proof in another manner. To secure it from "But you don't mean--" one of the guilty rascals was a last resort in most 'Tm arrested! )'his is an officer! He is taking cases. me to prison! Good-by!" Then Dave turned, with his eyes on the ground, his whole body shaking, and walked away at the side of Henry Nelson. From a window above, Professor Gunn watched them depart. To himself he said: "I'm sorry for the boy; but he's guilty." Henry Nelson walked at Flint's side . To himself he said: "I'm sorry for the boy. He's innocent." CHAPTER VI. DICK RESOLVES TO TURN DETECTIVE. The. news spread like fire. , Soon all the academy knew Flint had been arrested. One boy chuckled and rubbed his hands together. Then he tenderly touched the cast that covered his broken nose, whispering to himself: "This is my revenge! I told him I would have it! Ha! ha! I've fixed him!" Look out, Clinton Shaw I at this moment you are in far greater danger than Dave Flint. Yoti are on brink of a very dangerous chasm. Though you are not aware of it, a clever trap has been set for your feet. Your suspicions will be lulled by the ;lrrest of Flint, and if you make the slightest false ste.p you will nay yourself. You may yet find yeiirself in Flint's place, while Flint will b@ free . Be ca.refu.l. Henry Nel so11 was working to allay the sus.pieions of Shaw, which had been aroused a bit by the tions of the detective. Nelson meant to bag the prits at one stroke. The arrest of Flint was a blind. He knew Dave's feelings had been hurt, hut he rea-So Dave was lee} away, apparently with the stigma of crime upon him. Dick Merriwell had been shocked. "There must be s ome mistake!" he exclaimed. Even Brad Buckhart was staggered. "Well, I'll eat my hat!" he said. "Whatever has happened now ?" Dick could not answer , but soon it came out that there had been a robbery in the village and that it was believed that Dave Flint was concerned. Later it was whispered that some of the stolen articles had been found in Flint' s room . "There' s a mistake!" persisted "I do not believe Flint is a thief." "Well, 1)ard," said Buckhart, "I don't hardly believe it either. I sure admit I don't cotton to him any great heap, but it doesn't seem possible he's a thief. All the same, how did those things happen to be in his room?" "That's a mystery/' said Dick. "But Flint has en emies. Remember Miguel Bunal and how he tried to fix Arlington by stealing things and placing them in Arlington's . room?" ''Yes. " "This may be a case similar ta that." "I hope you1re right; but Flint sure i$ in a bad fix." "Ye s , and he pretty bad about it. He was a.11 broke11 :Dick went to Professor G\mn and asked to be excused from that d<\y. "Why do yatl wish to be el(cused ?" the prnkssor . "I want to go to the village. I must do something for Dave Flint."


TIP TOP WEEKLY. r3 A cloud came over the profes sor' s face. "Some of the stolen goods were found in Flint' s "Better give that boy up, Merriwell, " he said. "He room . " is a hopeless case." "But I can't believe it, professor!" cried Dick. "He is innocent! I'll stake my life on it!" "Such loyalty to a friend is a fine thing, " said the professor. "In this case, however, it is wasted. I was in the room when the stolen articles were found there. I watched him .and questioned him. He be tra-yed guilt. " . "Did he confess?" "No, he was obstinate and refused." "Ah! He protested his innoce nce? " "Yes; but the proof again s t him is absolute." " You think so?" "I know it!" "But I do not! Prof e s sor , let me off this afternoon. If there s h o uld be a mistake--" "There is no mist'.:lke . " "But it will do n o harm for me to see him . He feels pretty bad , professor. He wa s all broken up over i t . Do me just this one fa vor!" So earnestl y did Dick urge that the professor fin ally . con sented. Dick hastened to the village and found th a t Dav e had been lodged in the lock-up. He was refu s ed ad mission. Then he sought Nel s on, the detective, whom he found at Mr. Washburn's store. Nelson listened to Dick's appeal. "I will accompany you to the lock-up," he said. "You may see the prisoner in my company." "May I not see him alone?" asked Dick. " W hy alone?' . ' "If he is guilty, he will tell me. to do that. But 1 1 e's not guilty. as innocent as I am myself.'' I can induce him I know it! He is "Are you aware that it has even been sugge s ted that you may know something about the robbery? " Dick gasped. " Vlell," he said, after a little, " I'll stake my lif e that I know as much about it as Dave Flint does.'' "I don ' t care. He' s innocent! I'll pro v e it, too ! " "You'll prove it?" " Yes. " " Well, h o w do yo u e x pect to prove that ? " "I don ' t know n ow, but I'll find a way. I'll save Dave Flint. It's a shame to ruin a fellow who ha s struggled so hard to be square and upright!" In spite of himself, Nelson was interested by Di c k Merriwell ' s earnestne ss. Being ; as has been stated , a g o od judge of human nature, he had decided that Mer riwell was unw.sually keen, clever and determined. A sudden thought came to him. " See here," he said, "I have no desire to punish the wrong chap. If you are so interested, you may be of some ass i stance in clearing up this matter. Why don ' t you turn detective?" " I ha v e already decided to do so," said Dick\ ''tll clear Da v e Flint ." "If you can clear him by proving that he is innocen t and by trapping the guilty parties I shall be very well s atisfied. " "But I want to see him. I want to have a talk with him." "Of course yo71 know that Flint has some enemies at school." j "No t>ne knows it better I I know every one of them." "Perhaps you might do well by watching them. " Dick had thought of that already. Nelson took out a cardcase and wrote something o n a card. "I th i nk I'll permit )1ou to see Flint alone, " he said. "Take this card t o the officer at the He'll let you see the boy.'' Dick thanked the detective and hurried out of Mr. \ V a s hburn's private office. He bumped agai n st the cler k of the store in his haste1 who seemed about to enter the office. " Look out!" exclaim e d the cle rk. s harp ly. " Do y ou want to run over a fellow?" "Excuse me." said Dick.


TIP TOP WEEKLY. The clerk rapped on the door. As Dick was leav ing, he heard him say to the proprietor: "Here's a prescription Dr. Clyde wishes fi]ed at once. I don't think I'd better try compoundiq; it." Outside the store Dick suddenly stopped and thought. A strange fancy flitted through his mind. ''.I'll investigate that later," he said, as he o:i:e more hurried on to see Flint. CHAPTER VII. 'rHE BONDS OF FRIENDSHIP. Dave sat dejectedly in a corner of the bare cell. There was a bunk and a stool in the room. Thoce things were the only furniture. As the rolt of the door grated and shot back the unfortunate boy looked up. Dick entered. He sprang forward, h:s ha-nd outstretched. "Da1fe !" he cried. Dave rose and fell back against the wall. "Dick I" he choked . . Merriwell grasped his hand. "Dave, old fellow, I know it's a mistake! You'll come out of this thing all right! Don't you give up!" There was heart and soul in those words. The coming of Dick Merriwell to that dismal room was like the bursting of the sun from behind a black cloud • after a storm. New warmth and life leaped in the veins of the accused lad. He felt his hand grasped and wrung by the hand of the boy he admired and re spected most in all the wide world. That boy looked into his eyes and told him it was a mistake, it would come out all right in the end. "Cheer up, old fellow!" said Dick. "It-it's mighty good of you I" muttered Flint, thickly. "You don't believe me guilty?" "Nol" "But I'm in a bad scrape, Dick." Flint had selqom called Merriwell by his given name before. Now, just when he had fancied the bar riers would be heaviest between them, there seemed no barrier. "It isn't half .as bad as it looks, Flint, old fellow." "But the things found in my room. Dick, who put those things there? I've been thinking about it! My heart .has been full of rage. Somebody did it-somebody did it to ruin me I" , "Somebody did it to get you into this scrape," said Dick. "I know it I And I've taken a solemn vow to get even with the fellow. If I'm sent to prison, I'll get out some time. Then I'll find out who it was I Then let him look out for me! I'll kill him!" . "Steady, Dave! You're not going to prison. We're go'.ng to find out who did the job, and he'll be tb( fel low who'll go to the jug, not you." "How are you going to find out?" "I con't know yet, but we'll find a way." / "Oh, if you could!" "We can. I kr:ow your enemies, Arlington, Shaw and all the rest of that sweet gang. Some one of them did it." "Cl:e:ter Arlir.gton hates me worse th.an all the others, but it does r.ot seem possible he woa:d stoop to such a thir:g." "He'll too? pretty low," said Dick. "Ar:d Shaw--" "Tl:er:! may be more than one in it." "Of cour!:e all the fellows believe me guilty?" "No." "Don't they?" Flint seemed incredulous. Remembering how he had seemed to have no friend at school save Dick Mer riwell, he had fancied all the boys would be only too glad to think the worst of him. "No," said Dick. "There are several of them who seem to doubt." "Who are they?" "Buckhart, for one." ' . 'And he hated me !" "Well, Brad's ail right, and you have won his sym pafry by your fight for yourself. But he's not the only one. I heard several of the fellows expressing doubts . They said things were coming your way altogether too thick. Dave, if you pull out of this scrape all right, which you will, you'll find it will do more than any thing else has done to win friends for you." "Oh, do you think that?" "I know it. Now, just you keep a stiff upper lip and . wait. I don't believe Henry Nelson himself is just satisfied, you are the right chap. I told him you would confess to me if you did it, and that may been one reason why I got here to see you." Flint placed a hand on Dick's shoulder and looked straight into his eyes. "Dick," he said, "if I knew one single thing about


TIP TOP WEEKLY. 1 _ 5 this rbbbery I wouid tonfess to you. I am entirely innocent. I swear it by--" "You don't have to . swear by anything, old fellow. I know it. AU right. While you're shut up he.re just remember tha ' t I'm wo1:king for you." "And I hav e more confidence i11 you than in anything else," asserted Dave, whose plain face once more shone with hope. "Dick, I think you will find a way to clear me!" Dave had most amazing confidence in Dick Merri well. He fancied Dick could do almost anything he attempted. "That' s the way to talk!" Merri well cried. "I shall Legin work at once. Nelson has suggested that I may be able to help him. Now don't get blue, old icllow." "I won't," promised Dave. "I have been blue enough, but you have braced f!1e up again . Dick, if I ever pull through my troubles, I shall owe everything to you. And I won't forget!" There was deep emotion in his voice, and in this moment his feeling of affection for Dick Merriwell transformed his face, athwart which a yellow ray of light came from the narrow baned window high in the wall. Just then Dave Flint was almost handsome. Again Dick shook Dave's hand. A few more words passed between them, and Merriwell went out. In that brief space of time Dick had trapsformed the accused lad from a downcast, despondent, despairing wretch into something entirely different-cheerful, hopeful, patient, confident. Although neither lad r ealized it, in these days were building up between them a friendship that should forge them as in bands of steel-a frie1'1dship that should e1idure as long as life lasted. CHAPTER VIII. DICK ASKS QUESTIONS. Dick l\1erriwell was fully in earnest in his resolution turn detective. In such a case as this he abso lutely no experience. True, he had trapped Miguel Bunol at the academy when the Spanish lad was steal ing articles from the rooms oi various cadets; but that he had ac complished by a ruse , a trick. He had sus pected the fellO\Y. In this case he suspected Shaw. His first thought was to lay a trap for Shaw. He did not kn , ow that a trap was yawning already for the . boy who had caused the arrest of Dave Flint. , .. -,---. lfenry Neison fiad i1ot Dick into his confi dente. ,He wa . s ' i1ot iri the habit of trusting any one with his secrets. yet he was shrewd enough to know that outsiders often ot great assistance to him. He did not despise t11e a1d; of He often sought it. And it was his custom to get the assist ance of some one who could be near the suspected person without himself being suspected. This being his method, and being struck with the appearance of Dick his words, his protesta tion of friendship for Flint, the detective decided that he had fotind the person he wanted. Sb it happened that when Dick left the lock-up Nel son was waiting for him. He was on the street and spoke to Dick. "Follow me," he said. "Keep at a distance; but follow me." He walked along the street to the Fardale Hotel, which he entered. Dick followed. As Dick paused in the hall a quiet voice said : "This way.1 " He looked up. Nelson was standing at the head of the stairs. Dick ascended the stairs, and followed the Pinkerton man into his room. When the door was closed, Nelson said : "Weil, what do you think? Are you still confi dent that Dave Flint is innocent?" "More confident than ever," said Dick. "I know it." . "I hope you're tight. Now tell me how you pro pose to ptoceed to prove his innocence. You .. must have a plan." Nelson was great at seeking to learn the plans of others. He had very little to say about his own plans. "I have not yet decided," answered Dick 1 "Did Flint suggest nothing?" "Nothing further than to find out how those stolen things came ' to be in his room." "A very good plan. You say this Flint has enemies?" "Lots of them." "Some special ones?" "Yes." "How would it do to watch them, to inquire into their movements without arousing their suspicion, to find out just what they were doing Sunday night, to


/ 16 TIP TOP WEEKLY. find out what they have d o ne since then? If th('!,re to be a particular enemy to this boy , suppose you watch him like a hawk. And you must tell me every thing you learn that you think may be important. Do you lmderstand ?" Dick und e r s t o od and nodded. He did not commit himself with words. "In this way," said Nelson, 1'you may be able to assi. st me, and if Flint is innocent you may help to clear him. But, above all things, tell po one what you are doing. Don't trust your friend, your chum, anybody. Success in this line of work depends in a mea s ure on a fellow's ability to keep his mouth closed. Don't be proud that you are assisting a detecti v e and give any one a hint that such is the case. Don ' t speak of me. Don't seem to have any connection whatever with me. I had you follow me across the street and enter this hotel at a distance behind me in order that no suspicion might be aroused." Dick heard all these instructions without sp e aking, but to himself he thought that Nelson might have spared the trouble of giving them. He had enterta i ned no thought of going around and boasting about his connection with the detective. "That's all," said the detective. "Only report promptly anything you may learn that seems of im portance . " Dick left the hotel and turned toward the academy. He was passing the store of Joseph Washburn the opposite side of the street when the thought came to him that the first thing a real detective would do would be to find out all the particulars of the robbery. He crossed the street and entered the store. turns up his nose and makes a fuss if he happens to get a smell of one." " \ V ell, he ' d surely smelled one if he had come in just now, even if he hadn't seen you throwing that one away." "That's all right. I'd said a fellow was in here smoking one . " "Oh, that's the way you fool him?" laughed Dick, as if he thought it a good joke. t i"Betcher life! He's an old dub, anyhow. And he's meaner than dirt. It's easy to pull the • wool over his e y es . I rather enjoy it." This fellow was not agreeable to Dick, but Dick wished to ' ask que s tions, and he regarded it as policy to cultivate the chap. He saw the clerk was sly , treacherous, untrustworthy. He would have preferred to question Mr. Washburn about the robbery, but he a lso wis hed to get back to the academy as soon as pos sible . "When will Was hburn return?" he asked. "I don't know; didn ' t tell me . He's been dodging in and out all the time since the robbery. Say, that was pretty tough on the old duffer. But that de tective nabbed the chap who did it in short order, didn't be?" "He wasn't long about making an arrest," said Dick. "I didn't suppose it was one of your fellows over at the school that did the job. Never suspected it. But they say the fellow that's pinc h ed looks like a bad one, and I hear that his father had a bad • record before him." Dick was not pleased, but the clerk seemed eager to The clerk, a thin-faced, nervous chap, was there alone. He was smoking a cigarette when Dick en tered quickly. He started, and flung the cigarette down in a corner behind the counter. When he sa w who had entered, he grinned and produced another " cigarette. talk a bout Flint. "Do you know him?" he asked. "Yes," answ,ered Dick. "Know him pretty well?" "Yes, pretty well. " "Is he really unpopular at school?" "Very." "I th ought it was the boss," he said, as he struck a match and lighted up. "Is Mr. Washburn out?" asked Dick. "Sures t thing you know. Think I'd be smoking one of these things if he was in? I guess not -!" "Then he doesn't approve of cigarettes?" said Dick, with a friendly smile. "Approve! Nit r Not on your natural! He's a re g ular old crank about them---a regular old heh ! He "Then I don't suppose any one will care much be cause he's caught. They'll all be glad of it." "Many will." "Well, that ain't as bad as it would be if he was popular and had lots of friends. But why do you suppose he carried off such a lot of stuff?" "Was much stuff taken ?" "Everything of value in that showcase c ;)Ver there, all the fancy goods, eighteen dollars in money out of


TIP TOP WEEKLY. the cash register , over fifty dollars worth of cigars and a fine pair of scales . Oh, it was qtrite a clean up ! " The fellow grinned . He did not seem to feel at all bad about his employer ' s loss. "Near broke the old man's heart," he went on. "He had a fit when I telephoned him what had happened. You see I open the store mornings, and I was here Monday morning. I found out what had taken place, and I called the boss up . It spoiled his breakfast." Dick was thinking. He was wondering that any cadet could have been foolish enough to be concerned in such a robbery. Reason indicated that such an amount of loot could not be disposed of eas i ly. "One fellow did not do it alone," Dick decided. Henry Nelson had quickly reached that conclusion, which was why he had not nabbed Clint Shaw. Dick questioned the clerk. "Ho w did the robbers get in?" "Back door." "Break it open?" "Unlocked it." "Unlocked it?" "Sure thing. I found it unlocked Monday morn mg. They just walked in that way and right o.ut again . It was slick ' and easy." "Perhaps Mr. Washburn left it unlocked. Per haps you left it unlocked?" "Oh, I don't come into the st o re Sunday afternoons. The boss always does that. I wasn't here that day, s o he couldn't accuse me of lea ving the door unlocked." "Then he may have d o ne so." "Don't you believe it t If you ever were here to see him go round and try the doors when clo sing up you'd know he never forgets. He tries both of them half a dozen times. He's fussy about it. He s ays he knows the back door was locked Sunday night." "Then the burglars must hav e had a key." The cierk lighted a fresh cigarette. He inhaled the smoke, taking it way down into his lungs and breath ing it out in a thin , vaporish puff. Sometimes he per mitted it to escape as he talked. He had that peculiar characterless expression about the mouth that stamps the confirmed cigarette smoker. It is an insipid, fo r c e less, weak look , and consta n tly pulling at e t tt>-gi ves it to every boy. Some may think they have escaped it, that they are exceptions ; but they are wrong, for though they do not see the look themselves it is there. Others see it. They are stamped by the pa per-covered thing that has ruined so many boy;;. Ruined? Yes, that is the word I Some boys laugh and say they are harmless. The record shows that lads who are confirmed cigarette smokers lack energy, lack stamina, lack staying power, lack ambition, a:ce resolute , are easily influenced and are disqualified to make the best of their opportunities in life. Not all of them become crimi h als, not all of them cheat and steal and lie and finally murder; but many of them do, a nd they do it without reason, without cause, without understanding why they do it. The little destroyer hidden in the paper-wrapped cigarette has performed its terrible work. ' Tell a boy cigarettes are dangerous and may hurt him. Nine times out of ten he will say, "I don't smoke many of them; I only smoke six or seven a day." . But urge him to quit smoking them. Some will frankly confes s that they find it hard to do so. Already the little destroyer has fastened his grip upon them . Thegrip is closing slowly but surely. They think because they smoke a limit e d number of they are complete master of the things, and they will never smoke more. They do not see the smile of the demon that is tolling them on, decoying them into the snare ' through that very belief. Some boys say, "There's So-and-So-he smoked cigarettes by the hundred and they never hUtrt him any." How do you know? So-and-So may not show it to your observation, he may seem to be all right, . he may be a fairly successful man in his way and fairly prosperous. But how do you know he . would not have been more successful and prosperous if he had not smoked those things? How do you know they did not take from him that keen edge of nergy, ambition and ability that would have made him more successful than the average man? How do you know they did not dull his brain, and prevent him from acquiring and training that mig ht have made him a master of men, that might have l i fted him far above his present situation? No one knows. Dick realized that it was useless to preach to or warn the confirmed cigarette smoker, and so . he said nothing as the clerk lighted another of the "Yes, " said the clerk, "they had a key." "How did they get it?" "How do you suppose I know? All I know about it is that they came in here and made a big haul. I'm glad it happened Sunday night, for the boss can't blame me. Otherwise, he might have said I failed to lock the back _ door properly."


) . 18 TIP TOP WEEKLY. Then, of a: sudden, the clerk do,vn the cif;ar ette , stamped on it and kicked it under the counter. Mr. Wash burn came in. CHAPTER IX. MERRIWELL'S SUSPICIONS. Mr. Washburn sniffed the air suspiciously, an

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