"You have been spying on me!"

   "We are here by permission of Mr. Fordham," returned Roger.

   "How did you know I was to call?"

   "Never mind about that," put in Phil. "We are here, and that is enough."

   "And we know all about what you are trying to do," added Dave.

   "This is a plot—a plot against me—to ruin me!" spluttered the former teacher of Oak Hall. "Oh, you needn't try to disguise it! I know all of you!"

   "We have no plot against you, Mr. Haskers," replied Dave, calmly. "If your business is perfectly legitimate——"

   "Never mind about that!" interposed Job Haskers, hastily. He jammed the paper and his fountain pen in his pocket. "You can't make a fool of me! You have been following me up, and you mean to—to—do what you can to—er—get me into trouble." He backed towards the doorway.

   "What is your hurry, sir?" asked Mr. Passmore, and he quietly placed himself in front of the door.

   "Let me pass! Let me pass!" shrilled Job Haskers, and now he looked thoroughly scared.

   "Don't you wish to talk this matter over?" questioned Mr. Fordham, wonderingly.

   "No, sir. I am not going to stay here to be made a fool of!" cried the former instructor. "Let me pass, I demand it!" he added, to Bert's father.

   "Oh, all right, if you insist," answered Mr. Passmore, and stepped aside. At once Job Haskers threw the door open and retreated to the hallway.

   "Just wait, you young scamps! I'll get even with you for this!" he exclaimed, shaking a long finger at Dave, Roger, and Phil. "I'll show you yet! You just wait!" And with that threat he literally ran down the hallway and down the stairs and out of the hotel.

   "Say, he's some mad, believe me!" was Roger's grim comment.

   "I think he is more scared than anything else," returned Dave. "He acted as if he thought we had trapped him in some way."

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