“All right,” answered Dan. “Got paper and envelopes there?”
“In the left-hand drawer. Merrow’s there; make him show you.”
Dan hurried off to Arthur’s room in Whitson. Harry Merrow was not in, but he had no trouble finding writing materials and soon had his brief letter written. As he returned around the corner of Oxford Arthur and Jake Hiltz sauntered out of the building together and Hiltz crossed the steps, raised the lid of the letter box and deposited his letter. Dan smiled. The two came down the steps and Dan nodded as he reached them.
“Hello, Hiltz,” he said. “Hello, Thompson.”
Hiltz returned his greeting affably, for he liked to stand in with the fellows of prominence, and Thompson asked Dan where he was going.
“Just for a walk. Want to come along?”
“Yes, if you don’t go too fast. I ate too much dinner. So long, Jake.”
Hiltz had evidently intended joining them, but Arthur’s dismissal changed his mind. “So long,” he muttered.
Dan and Arthur descended The Prospect and when out of earshot Dan asked: