You are a forger, Agnew, and you have lately been passing
counterfeit money!"
"Not a word of truth in any of this!" Agnew shakily declared.
"Some of these things I might find difficulty in proving, though I am as
sure of them as that you are sitting there. But of other things I have
the proof. Now, I am going to give you your choice: Write at my
dictation a confession that will clear Badger of the charge of stealing
the question slips and using those answers, or I shall take steps at
once which will land you in the penitentiary!"
Agnew grew sick and blind.
"I can't do what you say!" he begged. "My God, Merriwell, even if the
things were true--which I deny--I couldn't do it! It would disgrace me
forever!"
"The faculty and professors are not anxious to bring odium on the good
name of Yale. Your confession, I am sure, will not be made public. You
ought to have thought of the disgrace when you were doing those
dastardly, cowardly things! It is too late now."
"But I can't!" Agnew wailed. He had ceased to deny his guilt.
"All right!" said Frank, his lips tightening firmly. "I shall clear
Badger without this. I wanted to give you a last chance. I, too, am
anxious that the good name of Yale shall not be smirched by publishing
to the world the downfall and disgrace of a Yale student.
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