“Then I suppose,” he said, “that I shall have to do nothing about it?”
“That’s it,” said O’Hara.
“It’ll be rather beastly meeting the man after this,” said Trevor, presently. “Do you think he might possibly leave at the end of term?”
“He’s leaving at the end of the week,” said O’Hara. “He was one of the fellows Dexter caught in the vault that evening. You won’t see much more of Rand-Brown.”
“I’ll try and put up with that,” said Trevor.
“And so will I,” replied O’Hara. “And I shouldn’t think Milton would be so very grieved.”
“No,” said Trevor. “I tell you what will make him sick, though, and that is your having milled with Rand-Brown. It’s a job he’d have liked to have taken on himself.”
XXIV
CONCLUSION
Into the story at this point comes the narrative of Charles Mereweather Cook, aged fourteen, a day-boy.