Remember, we've practice on for half past three." "Of all the mean, contemptible-----" began Darrin, after the submaster had left them.
"Stop right there, Dave!" begged his chum.

"This is the most fearful thing we've ever met, and we both want to think carefully before we trust ourselves to say another word on the shameful subject." So the two chums walked along in silence, soon parting to take their different ways home.
At half-past two both chums met Mr.Morton at the High School.
The submaster led the way to the office, producing his keys and unlocking the door.

They had moved in silence so far.
"Take seats, please," requested Mr.Morton, in a low voice.

"I'll be with you in a moment." The submaster then stepped over to a huge filing cabinet.

Unlocking one of the sections, he looked busily through, then came back with a paper in his hand.
"I think I know whom you both suspect," began coach.
"Phin Drayne," spoke Dick, without hesitation.
"Yes.