"Oh, well—one isn't sure. I may be in error after all. Steppe is quite a good fellow."
"Do you owe him money?" asked Maxton quietly.
Close friendship has its privileges.
"A little—nothing to speak of. You don't think I would sacrifice Beryl—?"
"I don't know, Bertram—I don't know. Why ever you took up with that crowd is beyond me."
"By the way," said the doctor, anxious to switch to another subject, "that isn't an original idea of Ronnie's—the Mother College, or whatever he calls it. Poor Ambrose Sault had exactly the same dream. I never heard the details from him, but he has mentioned it. Funny that Ronnie is taking it up?"
"Yes," Sir John waved his hand and went into the building.
He rang for his clerk.
"Do you remember a young lady coming to see me a few days ago? A Miss Colebrook—have we any record of her address?"
"No, Sir John."