"This knife was found near where the wires were fastened to the railing," he said. "It has your name on it. Is it yours?"
"Yes, sir," replied Tom.
"You took part in this affair?"
"I am a freshman."
"That is answer enough. Did you attach the wires?"
"No, and I had nothing to do with that part of it."
"Your knife would seem to indicate that you had."
No answer from Tom.
"Did you use your knife to attach the wires?"
"No, sir."
"Do you know who did?"
"I think I do."
"Will you tell?"
Tom could almost hear his heart beating. There was a singing in his ears. Then he answered:
"No. I cannot tell, Mr. Zane. I—I"
"That will do," said the proctor gravely. "I did not expect you would tell."
Tom turned and made his way from the room. There was a mist before his eyes. There came back to him the: promise he had made to Langridge. On his honor as a freshman he had agreed not to give information. When he gave the promise he
