He was the smoothest talker I ever heard; he didn't give me a chance to ask many questions." "He must have had some sort of business with you." "He did--that is, he pretended to have.

He said he was here to recover some property that belonged to him--property he lost several years ago." The eyes of the old professor searched Frank's hands and rested on the peculiar ring.
"So that was his trick--the scoundrel!" cried Frank, repressing his anger with difficulty.

"I presume he claimed this ring belonged to him ?" "Well--ahem!--he described such a ring, which he said he had seen on the hand of a student here." "Exactly.

And he named me as the possessor of the ring ?" "He said the name of the student's father was Charles Conrad Merriwell.
I believe, sir--I am quite sure, in fact--that that was the name of your father." Frank was fully aroused, and his brown eyes gleamed in a way that showed how indignant he was, although it was necessary to keep his feelings suppressed as far as possible.
"Professor Gunn," he said, swiftly, "that man is a scoundrel!" "Eh?
Ha! Hum! Severe language.

Be careful, young man--be cautious.
Do not make a statement you cannot stand behind.