“Maybe he’ll borrow a dress suit from some student,” said Tom.
“Not much he won’t,” replied Sid. “I thought of that, and I forwarded a message by wireless to all the dormitories that if Pitchfork sent around to borrow some glad rags, he was to be refused on some pretext or other.”
Sid’s precaution was well taken. A little later it was evident that something unusual had occurred. Wallops and several other college messengers were seen hurrying first to the rooms of one professor, then to the apartments of another. Each time the scouts came back empty-handed to that part of the faculty residence where Professor Tines dwelt.
“I knew they had no spike-tails that would fit him,” exulted Sid. “Besides, most of them are going to the reception themselves.”
There was consternation in the apartments of Professor Tines. Wallops had delivered to him the bundle of papers, and when the astonished instructor had threatened and questioned him, the unfortunate messenger could only say it was the package he had received from the tailor. That worthy, on being appealed to by telephone, declared that he had sent home the professor’s garments. Wallops had no idea that the stranger he met in the wood had played a transformation trick on him, and Professor Tines, in his anxiety to get dressed, and go to the reception, did not dream that it was a student prank. Rather he blamed the tailor, and made up his mind to sue the man for heavy damages.
Then, just as Sid had expected, the instructor endeavored to borrow a dress-suit from one of the students. But they had been warned, and were either going to wear their suits themselves, or had just sent them to the tailor.
“What shall I do?” wailed Professor Tines. “I can’t go in this suit,” and he looked at his acid-and-chalk-marked classroom garments. “Yet I was to read a paper on early Roman life at this reception. It is too provoking. I can’t understand why none of the students have a suit available.”
“You could have one of mine, only——” began Dr. Churchill as he looked first at the figure of the professor, and then at himself. “I’m afraid it wouldn’t fit,” he added.