rooms came out for Merritt. Betty Lawton's influence was showing its strength. In a corner of the cafeteria, Perry, Hammond and Littlefield held a council of gloom.
"If the worst comes to the worst," Littlefield said, "we might try stuffing the ballot boxes."
"No crooked work at Northfield," Perry said sharply.
Littlefield gave him a glance of scorn. "Did you think I meant it? Of course there's nothing crooked at Northfield."
But there was. Just before classes were dismissed that afternoon the news spread through the school that money had been stolen from three clothing lockers on the first floor.
In the auditorium, the following morning, Mr. Rue, the principal, faced the students with unwonted gravity.
"As a rule," he said, "the faculty prefers to have matters of ordinary interest to Northfield announced by duly elected officials of the student body. We like to see Northfield citizens function intelligently for themselves. But the matter that must come before you this morning is of such extraordinary character that I deem it best to handle the matter myself.
"Three of the clothing lockers were rifled yesterday, and money was stolen from all three.
