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"It may have been one of the teachers who went back after some papers he forgot."

"Didn't look like any of the teachers," said Bart. "Besides the teachers wouldn't run, as if the police were after them, and they wouldn't act as frightened as that man did."

"Well, what are we going to do about it?" asked Ned. "If we're going to play that joke, let's get busy. We won't say anything about seeing the man unless something developes, and I don't believe it will. Come on in. The front door seems to be open. We can go in that way, instead of around through the court; less chance of Riggs seeing us."

"All right," agreed Bart, "only I wish I knew who that man was." The time was to come when the boys would have given a great deal to have been able to penetrate the identity of the mysterious stranger. But the three chums gave little heed to that now, for they were intent on playing a joke that Bart had evolved. A little later, finding the front door unlocked, they were inside the school, just as the distant town clock boomed out the hour of midnight.

THE MISSING DIAMOND BRACELET

There were three lads who had entered the Darewell High School so mysteriously at midnight, and, had any one seen them, who was acquainted with them, he would have at once asked:

"Where is the fourth member of the quartette? Where is Stumpy Masterson?" For there were four lads in the town of Darewell who were so inseparable that they had come to be known as "The Darewell Chums." Their names you are already familiar with, and some of my readers have met them before in the previous books of this series.

In the first volume, entitled, "The Heroes of the School," there was related how the four friends took part in a strange mystery, and how they got at the bottom of it. At one time they went up in a balloon, and were captured by some men who were their enemies, so that, for a time, it looked dubious for the lads. But our heroes were wide-awake, and resourceful, and managed to take care of themselves.

Their home, as I have said, was in the town of Darewell, which was located on the Still River, a stream that flowed into Lake Erie. Living not far from that great body of water, the four chums often made trips to it, though more frequently they went swimming in or sailing on the river, in summer, and skated on it in winter.

In the second volume of the series, called "Ned Wilding's Disappearance," a story was told of how Ned tried to become a millionaire on his own account. He speculated in stocks, and to do this he had to go to New York. There he became mixed up in some peculiar transactions, and he thought it was necessary for him to disappear to avoid arrest. His chums, who followed him to the city, tried for some time in vain to find him, and poor Ned suffered many hardships before the affair was finally straightened out.

"Frank Roscoe's Secret" was the title of the third volume. There always seemed to be a mystery about Frank Roscoe, and his chums could never penetrate it. At times he was moody and distraught, and he seemed to have some secret that worried him. He made no confidant of any one and succeeded in avoiding all inquiries.

The four lads went camping, and it was hoped that Frank would forget his troubles, but, instead, he seemed to get right into the thick of them. Frank, for some years, had believed his father dead, but it transpired that he was not. Mr. Roscoe was kept in a private insane asylum, though he had full possession of his reason, only he was made ill by drugs constantly administered to him by men who had an interest in keeping him out of the way. How he was rescued, and the perils the boys ran in saving him after they had released him from the institution, you will find set down in the third book.

In the fourth book, called "Fenn Masterson's Discovery," there was related the details of a long trip the chums took on the Great Lakes. They were aboard a vessel commanded by Captain Wiggs, and almost from the start the boys were involved in a mystery. They were pursued by strange men, when they landed to witness a large grain elevator on fire, and eventually they succeeded in causing the breaking up of a gang of Chinese smugglers, and a band of scoundrels who were secretly taking valuable minerals from a cave, under land owned by a man whom the boys had once befriended. It was not until after some strenuous happenings that these events had come to pass, and, more than once, our friends were in danger. But Fenn Masterson succeeded in getting on the trail of the mystery, through an odd discovery he had made, and, though he was captured by the enemy, he used his eyes and ears to good advantage, so that when his friends came he could lead them to the secret cave.

Following the exciting events of their cruise on the Great Lakes, the boys had returned to Darewell, and had resumed their studies at the High School, where they were great favorites with the other pupils. At the time this story opens the fall term was well under way, and football was the chief sport, our heroes playing on the first team of the school.

The reason for the midnight visit of Bart, Frank and Ned to the school was this: Stumpy, the missing member of the quartette, was an odd sort of lad, always making collections of one thing or another. Sometimes it was postage stamps, or postmarks, and again minerals, or jackknives, or butterflies.

The day of the midnight visit, when the Darewell Chums, together with Bart's sister Alice and her chum, Jennie Smith, were in a drug store getting soda and cream, Fenn had pulled from his pocket, together with his handkerchief, a small mud turtle. There had been a wild scramble on the part of the girls, and some ladies in the store, before Fenn recaptured the reptile.

"What's that for?" Bart had asked.

"Oh, nothing," Fenn had answered, as casually as possible.

This had at once given Bart his cue for playing a joke, and it might be mentioned that the fun-loving youth never let go by a chance to play a trick. A little later, that same afternoon, after Fenn had been sufficiently "rigged" over his new fad, Bart Keene might have been seen whispering cautiously to Ned and Frank.

His proposal was that the three of them should pay a surreptitious visit to the school that Friday night, and, from the room of Professor Long, the science teacher, take a number of turtles, snakes and small alligators which the instructor kept for the use of his class in biology. The three conspirators planned to remove the reptiles, take them to Fenn's house, slyly put them in with his collection of turtles, and then see what their chum would say when he found his number of reptiles so unexpectedly increased.

The plan found favor on the part of Ned and Frank. They had met at Bart's home after supper, and started off, leaving word with Alice, that if Fenn accidentally came, he was to be detained, entertained, or something done to him, to prevent him from becoming suspicious over the absence of the three lads.

But Fenn, or Stumpy, which he was more frequently called, had no suspicions, and did not leave his house that night. Meanwhile, as told in the first chapter, Bart and the others had gone to the school, had suffered a momentary alarm at the sight of the mysterious man, and had finally gained an entrance through the front door, unexpectedly found open.

"Well, we're in here, what's next on the program?" asked Ned, of Bart.

"Go ahead up stairs, and don't make any more noise than you have to."

Long familiarity with the interior arrangements of the High School enabled the three lads to ascend the stairs without the aid of a light. Bart, as a precaution, however, had brought along a pocket electric flash lamp, to use when they reached the case of live reptiles.

They got to the room where Professor Long gave instruction, and when Bart sent out little flashes of light, all gazed quickly around.

"No traces of any burglar here," observed Frank.

"Guess you're right," admitted Bart. "But we surely saw some one up here with a light."

"Might have been one of Riggs' friends," commented Ned. "Anyhow he isn't here now. Come on, and let's finish. It's getting late. The cabinet of turtles, alligators and snakes is over here," and he led the way across the almost dark room, for the electric lamp only gave light in a small circle.

Professor Long was more enthusiastic over science than are most teachers, and he used live animals to illustrate points in biology, evolution and kindred studies. Hence he had quite a collection of reptiles, which were kept in a case especially constructed for them, where they could be fed and watched, and live under conditions as nearly approaching those of nature as possible.

The three conspirators proposed "borrowing" a few specimens, smuggling them into Stumpy's collection, which was kept in a shack in his back yard, and, after witnessing his surprise, they would take Professor Long's reptiles back to the school. The interval between the closing of the school Friday night and the Monday morning opening gave them time for this.

"Get some of the toads, lizards, alligators and snakes, besides the mud turtles," advised Bart, "and take care that the beggars don't bite you. I don't want to get blood poison, even if my sister is studying to be a trained nurse. Here, I'll hold the light, and you fellows can put the creatures in the bags."

"Yes, you will!" exclaimed Frank, somewhat indignantly. "You want us to run all the risks! No, sir, you put the lamp down and pitch in yourself. If we get bit, so do you."

"But the lamp won't give any light unless I press the spring," explained Bart, for the electric switch was thus operated.

"I'll show you how to make it," volunteered Ned. "I can fasten the spring with a match," which he proceeded to do, the light glowing without any one touching the spring. Bart had no further excuse, and assisted his chums in transferring to the bags he had brought a large part of Professor Long's collection. The reptiles made little resistance, though one of the large turtles did nip Frank slightly.

"Never mind, Alice will put on some carbolic salve or peroxide," said Bart, cheerfully. "I guess we've got enough now. Look out, there's a snake going to get away!" He grabbed the lively reptile just in time, and stuffed it into his bag.

The three conspirators hurried away from the school, and made their way to the back yard of Fenn's house. The shack was fastened with a simple catch, which Bart had no difficulty in loosening. Then, working quickly and silently, the three chums made a large addition to Fenn's collection. The snakes, turtles, lizards and frogs from the school cabinet were put in the boxes with Fenn's pets, and the small doors fastened. Then the hut was closed.

"Now we must be on hand here early to-morrow morning," said Bart, as they sneaked away.

"Sure. We'll pretend to Fenn that we are anxious to see his collection," said Ned. "He'll be only too glad to take us out here, and then we can see his expression, when he catches sight of the visitors. Oh, we'll be on hand all right!" and then the trio went to their homes.

Early the next morning, Bart, Ned and Frank called on Fenn. He had not been in evidence the night before, so they felt sure their trick had not been discovered. He came to the door in response to their whistles.

"Say, you fellows are on the job early, aren't you?" inquired Stumpy, with just a shade of suspicion in his tones.

"We want to have a little football practice," answered Bart. "And we came to see if you'd show us your collection of turtles."

"Hey? What's that?" asked Fenn, quickly.

"That's straight, Stumpy," added Ned. "We won't hurt 'em, will we, fellows?"

"Sure not," agreed Frank.

His suspicions lulled to rest, Fenn led the way to the shack in the back yard.

"I haven't fed 'em yet," he remarked. "I was just going to when you chaps came along. I haven't had my breakfast yet."

"Oh, it's awful to have to pay these social calls on young ladies!" mocked Bart, pretending to yawn. "It keeps you up so late, and morning comes too soon."

"Aw, cut it out," advised Fenn, with an injured air, but he blushed. "Now, no poking the turtles," he stipulated, as he opened the shack door.

"Visitors are politely requested not to feed or annoy the animals," quoted Bart, from some menagerie sign. "Do they eat much?" he asked of Fenn.

"Oh, not much, especially in cool weather. They're sort of sluggish then. I haven't got many yet, but I expect to--"

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