about Helen McDoudâs seven-dollar gift fund than he had ever thought about anything in his life.
And as he thought â¦
At 9:32 he was intently examining the rectangles of paper the thief had put into the substitute envelope. The paper was ordinary cheap newsprint, scissored to dollar-bill size out of a colored comics section. He shuffled through the dummy dollars one by one, hunting for something. Anything!
The forty-one boys and girls were buzzing and giggling now.
Ellery pounced. Clinging to one of the rectangles was a needle-thin sliver of paper about an inch long, a sort of paper shaving. He fingered it, held it up to the light. It was not newsprint. Too full-bodied, too tough-textured â¦
Then he knew what it must be.
Less than two minutes left .
Feverishly he went through the remaining dollar-sized strips of comic paper.
And there it was. There it was!
This strip had been cut from the top of the comic sheet. On the margin appeared the name of a New York newspaper and the date April 24, 1955 .
Think it over. Take your time. Lots of seconds in a minute .
The buzzing and giggling had died. Louise Carpenter was on her feet, looking at him imploringly.
A bell began clanging in the corridor.
First period over.
9:35.
Ellery rose and said solemnly, âThe case is solved.â
With the room cleared and the door locked, the three boys stood backed against the blackboard as if facing a firing squad. The bloom was gone from David Stragerâs cheeks. The blood vessel in Joey Buellâs temple was trying to wriggle into his red hair. And Howard Ruffoâs eyes were liquid with panic.
Itâs hard to be fifteen years old and trapped .
But harder not to be .
âWhaâd I do?â whimpered Howard Ruffo. âI didnât do nothinâ.â
âWe didnât take Miss Carpenterâs seven dollars,â said David Strager, stiff-lipped.
âCan you say the same about Mr. Muellerâs baked goods last Monday night, Dave?â Ellery paused gently. âOr any of the other things you boys have been making love to in the past two months?â
He thought they were going to faint.
âBut this morningâs little job,â Ellery turned suddenly to the red-haired boy, âyou pulled by yourself, Joey.â
The thin body quivered. âWho, me?â
âYes, Joey, you.â
âYou got rocks in your skull,â Joey whispered. âNot me!â
âIâll prove it, Joey. Hand me the dollar bill I found in your jeans when I searched you.â
âThatâs my dollar!â
âI know it, Joey. Iâll give you another for it. Hand it over ⦠Miss Carpenter.â
âYes, Mr. Queen!â
âTo cut these strips of newspaper to the same size as dollar bills, the thief must have used a real bill as a pattern. If he cut too close, the scissors would shave off a sliver of the bill.â Ellery handed her Joeyâs dollar. âSee if this bill shows a slight indentation along one edge.â
âIt does!â
âAnd I found this sliver clinging to one of the dummies. Fit the sliver to the indented edge of Joeyâs bill. If Joey is guilty, it should fit exactly. Does it?â
Louise looked at the boy. âJoey, it does fit.â
David and Howard were gaping at Ellery.
âWhat a break,â Joey choked.
âCriminals make their own bad breaks, Joey. The thing inside you that told you you were doing wrong made your hand shake as you cut. But even if your hand hadnât slipped, Iâd have known you were the one who substituted the strips of paper for the money.â
âHow? How could you?â It was a cry of bewilderment.
Ellery showed him the rectangular strip with the white margin. âSee this, Joey? Hereâs the name of the newspaper, and the date is April 24, 1955 . What date is today?â
âFriday the 22nd â¦â
âFriday, April 22nd. But these strips of colored