Short Stories
and I came straight round to put the matter into your hands. Do
help me, Mr. Holmes. You see my dilemma. Either I must find
the man or else the examination must be postponed until fresh
papers are prepared, and since this cannot be done without ex-
planation, there will ensue a hideous scandal, which will throw
a cloud not only on the college, but on the university. Above all
things, I desire to settle the matter quietly and discreetly."
"I shall be happy to look into it and to give you such advice
as I can," said Holmes, rising and putting on his overcoat. "The
case is not entirely devoid of interest. Had anyone visited you in
your room after the papers came to you?"
"Yes, young Daulat Ras, an Indian student, who lives on the
same stair, came in to ask me some particulars about the exami-
nation."
"For which he was entered?"
"Yes."
"And the papers were on your table?"
"To the best of my belief, they were rolled up."
"But might be recognized as proofs?"
"Possibly."
"No one else in your room?"
"No."
"Did anyone know that these proofs would be there?"
"No one save the printer."
"Did this man Bannister know?"
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