"He was sane enough yesterday," Murray said.
"Perhaps he is one of those fellows who is affected by the sun," Foster put in.
"There has been precious little sun to-day," Murray, who was in a most aggravating mood, declared.
"I never said anything to him, but just began to read my essay, and then he jumped on me. I shall complain to the Warden and see what he has to say about it. I like the Warden," I added, by way of showing Murray that I could appreciate a reasonable don when I found one.
Fred said that the whole thing was extraordinarily queer, and that there must be some explanation of it; but Murray, after being quiet for a minute, began to fidget like a man who has been puzzling over an acrostic, and is beginning to discover what it is all about. My people used to do acrostics, and, when they were completely defeated, I did not mind being in the same room with them; but, as soon as they got some clue, my father fairly ramped around seeking books which he could not find, or asking me for information which I could not give him. He had the acrostic mania quite badly.
"I can tell you why Edwardes kicked you out; at least I believe I can," he said at last.
"Well, let us have it quick," I answered.
"In the common-room the night before last you said that you were going to town to-day and that you wouldn't be able to read your essay to Edwardes."
"I was going up to see a dentist, and he wrote that he couldn't see me," I replied.
"And Dennison heard you say that you were going?"