“‘Thunder! What’s the matter with you, Travers?’ asked his friend.
“‘Oh, nothing, only a little practical joke the boys have been playing on me,’ replied Jim with a grin. Two or three others come along and Jim explains in like manner. Then he goes to his apartments.
“When he arrives there he is amazed to find the door open and a fearful scene within. The furniture, the light carpet and the walls in places are smeared with blood. Jim now got angry.
“‘This is carrying a joke a little too far!’ he cried, testily. ‘This spoiling the furniture is too much.’
“But he went to washing the blood from his hands. This was a hard job and took time. Suddenly half a dozen officers came into the room and seized him.
“‘What do you want?’ cried poor Jim in surprise.
“‘We want you,’ they replied.
“‘What for?’
“‘For murder!’
“Instead of being horrified, Jim was mad, madder than a March hare. He just got up and swore at the officers.