"Go on, Redman," said the chief.
"Next Sunday night, the sheds, near the grove, will be set on fire. On Friday night Grant's French exercise book will be taken from his desk. He will fail in his lesson on Saturday, and the colonel must punish him. This will make him mad. The exercise book will be torn up, and pieces of it, especially the cover with his name on it, will be found near the burnt building. Masters, who is on good terms with Grant, on a certain pretence, known to him and me, will induce him to wait at the shed until after dark, where he will be seen by Mr. Gault, when he goes his rounds. A broken bunch of matches will be found in Grant's closet, where no fellow is allowed to keep matches. Other suspicious circumstances will appear at the time for they are in charge of proper persons."
"You hear," said the chief.
"I don't like the plan," said one.
"Nor I," chimed in a dozen others.
"It is a mean thing," added the first objector.
"How many officers has the Society of Regulators?" demanded the chief, sternly.
"One, whom all obey," replied the members.
"Who is he?"
"Nevers."