“Wal, Harv, I didn’t want to ’bleve it myself; I didn’t at first,—dat is, I didn’t think de Perfesser was as mean as all dat, but it was him and no mistake.”
“I am sure you are right, though I can’t understand why he should do such a thing.”
“Guess he war jealous ob us.”
“Possibly so, but even then it is hard to understand.”
Harvey still refrained from giving the obvious explanation that presented itself. A man who is mentally unbalanced cannot be held accountable for his acts. It was impossible to feel the resentment toward Professor Morgan which he would have felt had the man been in his right mind. Harvey sighed.
“Only one thing remains for us to do, Bunk.”
“What is that?”
“Go home and give up our outing. Hist! some one is coming.”
Footsteps were heard ascending the stairs. Whoever the person was, he came with deliberate tread along the hall, and halting in front of the door, knocked smartly. Harvey sprang to his feet and opened. The landlord stood before him.
“Here’s a telegram for you; I signed; nothing to pay.”