paraphrased. "Again let me express my sincere sorrow at this happening. I trust there was nothing in your package that could be damaged when I knocked it from your grasp."
"No, nothing but some clothes of one of the college professors. It's all right."
"And I'm sure my package isn't damaged," said Sid, in a queer voice, as he hurried away.
A little later he was telling Tom, with much mirth, how it all came about. The two, in the seclusion of their room, opened the bundle, and saw two suits, one full dress.
"Won't he howl when he finds nothing but a lot of newspapers!" exclaimed Sid. "Now for the rest of the trick."
"Maybe he'll borrow a dress suit from some student," said Tom.
"Not much he won't," replied Sid. "I thought of that, and I forwarded a message by wireless to all the dormitories that if Pitchfork sent around to borrow some glad rags, he was to be refused on some pretext or other."
Sid's precaution was well taken. A little later it was evident that something unusual had occurred. Wallops and several other college messengers were seen hurrying first to the rooms of one professor, then to the apartments of another. Each time the scouts came back empty-handed to that part of the faculty residence where Professor Tines dwelt.
