"What! That I defaced the photograph?"
"Yes."
"No, sir! Didn't I say I had never seen the picture before?"
"This photograph was in Professor Sharp's room, on the mantel. The room was locked up, and the professor carried the key. This box was found on the table, beside some books. You had some difficulty with the professor a day or two ago in the classroom."
"I didn't touch the picture, and I haven't been near Professor Sharp's room," answered Tom stoutly. "If I was there, would I be fool enough to leave that box behind, with my name engraved on it? And if the door was locked how would I get in?"
"Did you lend the box to anybody?"
"No. The fact is, I—er—I thought I had left the box home. I Oh!"
"Well?"
"I think maybe the box was in my dress-suit case, the case I lost. But it wasn't in the case when it was left at my door that morning."
"Oh, nonsense!" muttered Professor Sharp. "He is guilty, sir, and he might as well own up to it first as last."
"I have told the strict truth!" cried Tom
