On the way the three Rovers were unusually silent and but little was
said by the master of the school. Arriving at the Hall the picture was
turned over to Josiah Cotton, who soon after departed. Then the three
Rovers were invited into the captain's private office. The marching
battalion had not yet arrived and was not expected for several hours.

"I'd like to sift this matter out," said the captain, seating himself
at his desk. "Richard, when did you clean your uniform last?"

"Yesterday afternoon, Captain Putnam."

"Were those holes in there then?"

"I don't think so."

"How about your uniform, Thomas?"

"I cleaned up yesterday morning. I don't remember any holes."

"And you, Samuel?"

"I had a hole in my left sleeve, but the jewelry was found in the right
sleeve."

"Let me examine the coats."

This was done, and all concluded that the holes had been cut with the
blade of a sharp knife, or with a small pair of scissors.

"I believe the job was done in the dark," said Dick. "Somebody must