“Well, Mr. Talbot was down at my desk in a flash, and, before I could do a thing, he had the ‘Fool-killer’ in his hand, looking it through. Wasn’t it dreadful? There he stood, turning page after page, and we waited. At last he looked up at Quis, and said, ‘Mr. Granville, do you happen to know who executed this masterpiece?’”
“Oh! Quis could have done it—but he wouldn’t!”
“Well, there were two or three Beta Sigs sitting near Quis, and they sat up straight, but Quis held his head high, and said, ‘Yes, sir, I do know.’”
“No!”
“Yes. Mr. Talbot was surprised, too. Of course his next question was, ‘Who did it?’ but Quis absolutely refused to answer. Then Mr. Talbot asked why he wouldn’t answer, and Quis gave one glance over at the Elk boys, where Bobs was sitting, and said, ‘Because I consider it dishonourable to tell tales of anyone!’ And, Jacquette, the class cheered!”
“But, Louise, you aren’t going to say Bobs did it?”
“Wait till I get to that. Of course Mr. Talbot was angry at the cheering, and, next thing, turned on Bobs.”
“Bobs wouldn’t answer, either, but he did look at Quis as much as to accuse him of having given him away, I thought. We all expected it would end in Mr. Talbot’s sending them both to the office, but, instead, he went back to his desk and began the recitation. I guess he didn’t know that Quis was starting for New York, right after class, for he let him get away while he was talking to Bobs, and the end of it is that Bobs has gone to the office alone.”
“And you think Bobs got up the magazine, and Quis knows, and won’t tell?”