“And there you are!” exclaimed Jonesie triumphantly.
“But—but why should he say he didn’t know you, Jones? He does, of course, and you have spoken to him for me, haven’t you?”
Jonesie smiled wisely. “He says not, doesn’t he?”
“Yes, but——”
“And he ought to know.” Jonesie winked meaningly. Vague comprehension illumined Wigman’s countenance.
“Oh!” he said doubtfully. “You mean he doesn’t want to acknowledge even to me——”
“Wigman, there’s a whole lot more politics in a school like this than you dream of,” responded Jonesie gravely. “Bing has his reason. Let it go at that. Don’t inquire too—er—closely.”
“Oh! Then you think——”
“Sure!”