As Gobion suggested an article, one of them put it down on a piece of paper with the name of the journal to which they proposed to send it.
"I have a beautiful idea," said Sturtevant, after a pause.
"Yes?"
"Look here, you know all the High Church goings-on at Oxford, don't you?"
"Yes, but why?"
"There's a paper run in London called The Protesting Protestant, which discovers a new popish plot every week. Well, you supply me with enough facts and names to prove that there is widespread conspiracy going on to Romanize the undergraduates. See?"
"Ripping!"
"Yes, but wait a minute, the best part is to come. Then you go to the opposition High Church paper with a letter of introduction from Father Gray, and answer my attack and so on for the next few weeks, and divide the swag"; and he leaned back in his chair with a cigarette, with an air of conscious merit.
"This is more than smartness, Sturtevant," said Gobion, wagging his head at the tobacco-jar, "this is genius."