CHAPTER XXVII
THE MISSING COMPOSITION
The boys in dormitories No. 11 and No. 12 had just had time enough to get to bed when the two assistant teachers appeared. They looked in each bed and then withdrew silently.
"Phew, but that was a narrow squeak!" whispered Ben. "Another minute, and we should have been caught!"
"They are going through every dormitory," announced Phil, whose bed was close to the door. "I hope the others have retired."
To make certain he opened the door on a crack. The two teachers had just entered No. 13. He heard some talking, and when he shut the door again he smiled broadly.
"This is the richest yet, fellows!" he whispered. "What do you think? Plum, Macklin, and Poole are missing, and old Haskers thinks it was one of them that locked him in the storeroom!"
At this announcement there were several smothered laughs.
"They'll catch it—if they are caught," whispered Roger. "Wonder where they went?"
