"Listen, then. We were both asleep, and we each heard the noise and woke up. Some one came through the window, crossed the room, opened the door, looked out to see that the coast was clear, went out, and closed the door after him."
"But I heard you get into bed!"
"No, you didn't. You heard me sit up and punch my pillow. I wanted you to know that you weren't getting away with it. For that matter I heard your bed creak and thought you were getting into it."
"I sat up, too," said Laurie. "Gee, that's a queer one! All this time I thought it was you and could have kicked myself around the block for yelling 'No!' when Johnny asked me that question! Then—then who the dickens was it, Ned?"
"That," answered Ned grimly, "is what we've got to find out. Just now it's up to us to get out of here before we miss our breakfasts!"
"Hang breakfast!" shouted Laurie. "This is better than a hundred breakfasts! Why—why, it means that you—that you aren't suspended! It means—"
