credit. I wish you all success in your thesis."

I got back to the Boar feeling that I had done a very good
afternoon's work indeed.



VI


The Scorpions (continues Blair's diary) were all very merry at
dinner that night--particularly at my expense. I was the only one
who had not been out to Bancroft Road to look over the ground.
Apparently they had had a very cheery time.

"Well, Falstaff, what luck?" I asked Carter.

"Splendid!" he replied. "The local butcher has given me a job and
I'm going to call there for a meat order tomorrow morning."

"What!" shouted someone. "On Sunday? Not likely!"

I knew mighty well that Carter would not concoct anything as
crude as that, and wondered what deviltry he had devised.

"I noticed that two telegrams were delivered at the house this
afternoon," said Forbes, in a quiet, non-committal kind of way.

"Perhaps Joe is on his way here," said I. "If so, Good-Night!" As
I spoke, I wondered rather anxiously what the _other_ telegram