CHAPTER IX

THE DIAMOND MEDAL

There was plenty of excitement in and about Lowell the morning after

Hans and Hal returned from Boston. In fact there had been a good

deal of excitement the evening before, but of this Hans and Hal knew

nothing. They were in Boston having a good time with Delvin.

“What’s all the bustle about?” asked Hal as he and Hans entered the

dining room at training table next morning.

“What! haven’t you heard?” asked Robb, to whom more than anyone else

Hal seemed to be talking. “The diamond studded Championship Medal was

stolen from the safe of the University treasurer’s office yesterday

between twelve and one o’clock. There is no clue of any kind. Orders

are from the faculty that every student in the University shall report

at the dean’s study before six o’clock to-night, and explain his

movements after twelve o’clock yesterday. Seems funny that they should

suspect any student of doing it.”

“Wasn’t there some one in the room where the safe is all day

yesterday?” asked Hal.

“What makes them think it was stolen between twelve and one o’clock?

How do they know it wasn’t stolen a week or a month ago?” asked Hans.

“It seems that the secretary of the University brought it back from

the jewelers at noon yesterday. It had been taken there to have one of

the settings tightened. He had put it in the safe. A few minutes after

one o’clock, Mr. Williams, the treasurer, came in and asked if the

medal had come back yet. ‘I just brought it over,’ said the secretary,

and walked over to the safe to get it. It wasn’t there and he almost

collapsed.

“They searched everywhere a dozen times. It couldn’t be found. Finally

they were forced to conclude it had been stolen. Who could have taken

it? No one but students had called at the office during that hour. It

was hard to believe any student could have taken it, but they had to

admit the possibility.

[Illustration: “Who could have taken it?”]

“The police were notified and asked if they had seen any suspicious

characters around the building. The Chief instructed all the patrolmen

in town to bring in any suspicious characters.

“Finally late last night,” continued Robb, “the policeman down at the

station reported that shortly after one o’clock yesterday a young

fellow had asked to be directed to a pawnshop. He was very much excited

and in a hurry. Might have been a student, but he thought he was a

stranger because most students would know where the pawnshop was, even

if they didn’t have any business there.

“So they have this cop stationed down by the entrance and he is looking

at the students as they go in thinking he can identify the fellow if he

should happen to be a student.”

“Seems silly to me,” remarked Hans, “that they should think any student

of Lowell who would do a trick like that would be so bone-headed as to

try to pawn it in this town. I doubt if any pawnbroker in the country

would take a thing like that. It would be recognized immediately.”

“He could take out the diamonds and melt it up,” said Talkington, who

had joined in the discussion.

Hal’s face was white. He knew they were looking for him, thinking that

he was the guilty party! What should he do? He could account for all of

his time. He would tell them the exact facts, every detail, even his

visit to the pawnshop in Boston to find out what his watch was worth.

Hans was with him all the time, excepting in the pawnshop, and so was

Delvin most of the time. The pawnbroker would no doubt testify for him

that he simply made an inquiry there and pawned nothing.

After breakfast he said to Hagner with as much self-control as he could

muster, “Hans, I’m the fellow they are after. When I was crazy to get

away yesterday for home, and was bent on pawning my watch, I went up

to that policeman at the station and asked him where I could find a

pawnshop.”

“Gee!” said Hans, “that looks bad, doesn’t it? Yes! it looks bad, but

only looks. You’re all right. Wasn’t the pawnshop closed when you got

there? Isn’t it the only pawnshop in town? They can find out that it

was closed, can’t they? Wasn’t I with you all the time in Boston and on

the way there and back? And wasn’t Delvin with us, too?”

“All but during my visit to the shop,” said Hal, “when I learned the

value of my watch.”

“Well,” returned Hans, “the pawnbroker will know you if it comes to

that, and can testify that you didn’t leave anything there.”

“That’s what I thought,” said Hal. “I am going right down there and

tell the whole story. That will let me out, except that I may have to

make another trip to Boston.”

“I’ll go along,” said Hans.

So they went on down. They didn’t see any policeman around outside.

Inside they found Mr. Williams, the treasurer, who came to meet them.

Hal told him that they had heard the police were trying to locate a

fellow who had asked one of them to direct him to a pawnshop yesterday.

He was the fellow, and he said he wanted to tell all about it, which he

did.

Mr. Williams was impressed with the straightforwardness of his story

and told him he needn’t worry about it. He felt sure it wasn’t any

student that had stolen the medal. Only they had to run down this clew

and he was sorry he had been annoyed. Hal told him he would like some

one to go to the pawnbroker in Boston and verify what he had said

about his visit there just to remove any possibility of suspicion that

anyone might have against him on that account. He knew, of course, it

would prove to be as he said, and that was the only space of time he

was alone while in Boston. Without doing this, people might suspect

that both Hans and himself, having made such an unusual trip to Boston

together so soon after the robbery occurred, were in it and he didn’t

want anything left undone to prove that neither of them was in any way

connected with the matter or subject to suspicion.

Hal left with Hans, very much relieved. Not that he had anything to

be worried over, but the way the matter had come about had upset him

more than he himself could tell, and now that he had explained himself

fully, his feelings again became normal, and he went about his work of

the day in a much better frame of mind than he had enjoyed since he had

the accident.

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