Paul would almost as soon that he had not succeeded in posting it—that he had brought the letter back with him. Perhaps it was best as it was, however.
"Thanks, Hibbert."
He did not notice that the boy was looking uncomfortable—as though he had something on his mind but dared not speak it.
"You have seen Mr. Travers?"
"Yes." Then noticing for the first time the nervous, apprehensive look in the boy's eyes, and thinking it was due to the fear that he had got into further trouble with the master, he added: "Nothing happened. He was quite nice with me."
"I'm glad of that."
By this time Hibbert was standing by Paul's side. Suddenly an exclamation came from his lips.
"Hallo! What's wrong?"
Paul, looking at the boy, saw that his eyes were fixed upon the blotting-paper.
"That—that! Do you know anybody of that name?" he asked, as he pointed to a name Paul had unconsciously traced on the blotting-paper—that of Zuker.