“If that’s all,” returned Kent slowly, “I’ll give you something to do. And I fancy,” he added grimly, “it will be sufficiently absorbing to take your mind from your troubles for a time at least.”
“Bring it on. I’m ready!”
“All in good time. Meantime, here’s a little test for your intelligence. Problem,” continued Kent, with a smile: “when the bewildered medieval mind encountered a puzzle too abstruse for ordinary human solution, what was its refuge?”
“Magic, I suppose,” said Sedgwick after some consideration.
“Good! You get a high mark. The medieval mind, I may observe, was at times worthy of emulation.”
“Explain.”
“I am seriously thinking, my dear young friend,” said Kent solemnly, “of consulting an astrologer.”
“You’re crazy!” retorted Sedgwick.
“I wish I were for a few hours,” said Kent with entire seriousness. “It might help.”
“Well, that’s where I’ll be if you don’t find something for me to do soon. So, come on, and materialize this promised activity.”