The Boys of Bellwood School; Or, Frank Jordan's Triumph

by Frank V. Webster

  CHAPTER VI

  AN ASTONISHING CLUE

  "But I don't know," declared Frank forcibly, "and as I have _not_earned any five dollars, of course I can't take it."

  "Sho!" chuckled old Dobbins, dancing about Frank, as spry as a schoolboyand poking him playfully in the ribs. Frank had to smile.

  "See here, Mr. Dobbins," he observed, "it appears to me that you feelpretty lively for a man who has just had his house all smashed to pieces."

  "That's just it--that's just it," retorted Dobbins in a tone almostjubilant. "Where would I be if it hadn't happened? Why, boy, when I thinkof what you've done, I--I almost would adopt you--that is, if you weren'ttoo big an eater."

  There was some mystery under all this, Frank discerned. He wanted to get atthe plain facts of the case.

  "I'm afraid I don't entirely understand," he began when his eccentricvisitor interrupted him.

  "Ho! ho!" he guffawed. "You will be _sharp_, you young _blade_,won't you? Got some _temper_--hey? True as _steel_--hi! When therope gave out you _cut_ for it--ho! ho! ho!" and the speaker went intospasms of merriment over his own wit.

  "'Blade, temper, steel,'" quoted Frank. "Are you getting off a pun, Mr.Dobbins?"

  "Put it that way if you like," returned Dobbins cheerfully. "There was aknife. That's the long and short of it, don't you see? A boy's pocketknife. It sawed the big moving cable. Snap! Bang! Away went the house.Whose knife? Aha! Dear me--who can tell? Sly, hey--Frank, boy? We ain'tgoing to tell. No need of it. Artful dodgers--ho! ho! ho! Take the fivedollars."

  Frank gave a vivid start. He was partly enlightened now. He had mislaid hisknife near the house that had been anchored on the hill side. Somebody hadfound it and had cut the cable with it.

  "What you are getting at, then," said Frank, "is that a knife cut the ropeloose?"

  "Ah, just that."

  "And my knife?"

  "Oh, yes, it was your knife, Frank--no doubt about that at all."

  "How do you know it was my knife?" asked Frank.

  "Because it had your name on it. Of course I didn't see the knife used, butJudge Roseberry found it the next morning right under the windlass."

  "Who?" fairly shouted Frank.

  "Judge Roseberry. The knife fitted to the cut. Judge Roseberry came to mewith it. 'Dobbins,' says he to me, 'business is business. I have made adiscovery. The person who smashed your house is Frank Jordan, and I canprove it.' Then he told me the rest."

  "And what did you say?" cried the astonished Frank.

  "Well, feeling pretty perk over a discovery I had just made, I listened tothe crafty old varmint."

  "And what did he say?"

  "He told me that you had stolen a diamond bracelet from Mace, the jeweler."

  "Which was a falsehood," asserted Frank with vehemence.

  "Yes, I can believe that," nodded Dobbins, "seeing that Roseberry said so.He then began to tell me how they were trying to have you give up thatbracelet. He said that if I would have you arrested for smashing the house,it would break you down and make you confess about the bracelet. Anyhow, itwould look so bad for you that your father would settle all the damage."

  "The villain!" commented Frank.

  "Them's my sentiments, too, Frank. Mebbe, if things hadn't turned out asthey did, I might have acted mean and measly, too, but I was so tickledover the way they did come out that I just laughed at your boyish mischiefof letting the old shack slide downhill."

  "But I had no hand in anything of the sort," declared Frank stoutly.

  "Let it pass, Frank, let it pass," chuckled Dobbins unbelievingly. "Yousee, when I came to look over the old ruins I come to where the oldstoreroom wall had busted out. You know it's always been a mystery to mewhat had become of my wife Sairey's scrapings and earnings?"

  "I've heard you tell so--yes," nodded Frank.

  "There they were, boy!" cried old Dobbins in a sort of ecstasy. "She'dhidden them in a hole in the wall. The wall broke out in the crash.Confidentially," and the narrator looked around cautiously and lowered hisvoice to a mysterious whisper, "I found in gold and silver a heap of moneyamounting to nigh three thousand dollars."

  "Well!" ejaculated Frank.

  "So, you see, it was a lucky day for me when you cut that rope."

  "Which I never did," replied Frank vigorously. "If you will come over tothe house, Mr. Dobbins, my aunt will assure you that I was in bed hoursbefore and after the crash happened."

  "Well, anyway, it was your knife."

  "Yes," assented Frank, and explained about it being mislaid. ApparentlyDobbins was convinced. He was thoughtful for a moment or two, exchanged thecoin in hand for another in his pocket, and extended this to Frank with thewords:

  "I guess it's worth ten dollars, then."

  "No, Mr. Dobbins," said Frank positively, "I can't take your money. I'lltell you, though, if you really feel kindly toward me."

  "I do, for a fact, Frank."

  "And want to do me a favor?"

  "Try me, Frank."

  "I want you to come up to the house and satisfy yourself that I have toldyou the truth about being home last night, and then I want you to go totown with me."

  "Why, Frank, I don't doubt your word."

  "No; but others may, and I want to settle this affair."

  "All right, Frank, though I'd feel better if you took the money."

  Miss Brown looked rather curious and perplexed when confronted by Frank andDobbins, but satisfactorily answered the questions put by her nephew.

  "Oh, Frank," she said, as he and his companion left the place, "if you aregoing to town I wish you would stop at the post-office."

  "I will," replied Frank. "I hope there will be a letter from the folks. Ishall not take much of your time, Mr. Dobbins," he explained to hiscompanion as they started for the village.

  Frank ran into the post-office as they reached it. The postmistress handedout a paper from the Jordan letter-box. Frank stuck it in his pocket alittle disappointedly, for he had expected a letter from his father.

  He led Dobbins from the post-office to the village tavern. As he hadexpected, Judge Roseberry was lounging on the bench outside, spoutingpolitics to some loafer companions.

  "Keep right with me, Mr. Dobbins," directed Frank. "I shall need yourservices."

  "Drat me, if I can understand what you're getting at, lad," said Dobbinsdesperately, "but I'll stick, if I can be of any use to you."

  Frank marched straight up to the crowd in front of the tavern.

  "Judge Roseberry," he said calmly, but with an impressive seriousness, "Iwill thank you to return my pocket knife."

  "Hey--h'm!" spluttered the judge, taken off his balance. "Your knife?"

  "Precisely," insisted Frank.

  "Why--how--who says I've got your knife?" stammered the judge, growingredder in the face than usual.

  "Mr. Dobbins, here, informs me that he does," replied Frank.

  "That's so," echoed Dobbins; "inasmuch as you showed it to me thismorning."

  "Well, if I have," observed the judge, bracing up a little, "I hold it asevidence of a crime. As an emissary of the law--"

  "That's the right word, judge," grinned Dobbins--"'emissary' fits. It don'tgo in this instance, though. The evidence is all on Frank's side, as I havefound out. He was in bed when that smash-up took place, so I reckon I won'tgo into any plot to ruin the character of an honest boy, this time."

  Judge Roseberry gave up the knife reluctantly and felt pretty sheepish inthe act, for his cronies were winking and chuckling over his discomfiture.

  "I thank you very much for what you have done for me, Mr. Dobbins," saidFrank as they left the spot.

  "That's all right, boy," replied Dobbins heartily; "and if these varmintsmake you any more threats, just sue them and I'll stand the costs--that is,if they aren't too heavy."

  Frank felt quite lighthearted as he left old Dobbins and started homeward.He entered the house whistling, and threw the newspaper he had just got atthe post-office into his aunt's
lap. As he went outside and was passing theopen window of the sitting-room, a cry brought him to a halt.

  "What is the matter, Aunt Tib?" he inquired quickly.

  Miss Brown held an open letter in her hand and looked fluttering andexcited.

  "It was inside the paper, Frank," she explained.

  "Is it from the folks?" inquired Frank eagerly.

  "It is," assented his aunt

  "Father is well?" asked Frank breathlessly.

  "He is getting better every day. But, Frank," and his aunt lookedprofoundly grave and important, "the serious duties of life are grave. Afalse step may change the whole course of a young life. There is a tide inthe affairs of men----"

  "Yes, yes," interrupted Frank. "I know all about that; but what are yougetting at?"

  Miss Brown did not fancy being interrupted in one of her famous homilies,and she answered tart and terse:

  "Your father has made arrangements to send you to Bellwood School, and youare to start at once."

  Frank fairly staggered at the glad news. He was so overcome that he couldnot speak. He just bobbed his head and smiled.

  The instant the youth got out of range of the house, however, a riotous,echoing yell rang from his lips as he turned a mad, capering somersault:

  "Hurrah!"