“Because,” proceeded Jimmy, “it’s nice to have pleasant recollections of a place. You’ll remember Grafton as you see it today, Monty, with the sunlight gilding the façades of our noble buildings, and the autumn sky blue overhead——”
“I like it rhymed better. There’s more swing to it. This ‘free verse’ stuff——”
“Yes, you’ll look back on this fair morning, and say, ‘Ah, them was the “halcyon” days!’ You’ll remember the school at its best, Monty.”
“I’ll try to. I’m in no hurry, but it’s about two minutes to nine, and maybe you’d better get down to cases, partner.”
“What train have you decided on?” asked Jimmy solicitously.
“Oh, I’m going away, am I? That’s the idea. Well, shoot, Jimmy!”
“Don’t pretend innocence, Monty. In the words of our best playwrights, ‘All is discovered!’”
“Who’s Hall?” inquired the other interestedly.
“He’s the key to the situation,” chuckled Jimmy. “Say, it was all right, Monty. I give you that. It was some circus while it lasted. Where you made one mistake was not to stick around and watch the fun. You ought to have heard the howls!” Jimmy laughed gleefully. “We spent about half an hour trying to fit keys from the upper corridor rooms before someone got sore and hiked down to ‘Jimmy’ Rumford, and told his troubles. Then ‘Jimmy’ sent for Mr. Craig, and Craig had gone to bed, and after he came he couldn’t find which was the right passkey, and there was the dickens generally.”