"I thought we might organise a secret society," said Hickey, ruminating, "something masonic, all sworn to silence and secrecy and all that sort of thing."
"No," said Doc, "just as few as possible and no real confidants, Hickey; we'll take assistants as we need them."
"What would you begin with?"
"We must strike a blow at Tabby," said Macnooder. "We must show him that we don't propose to stand for any of his underhanded methods."
"He needs a lesson," Hickey asserted savagely.
"How about the skeleton?"
"Humph!" said Hickey, considering; "perhaps, but that's rather old."
"Not up the flag-pole—something new."
"What is it, Doc?"