“I see what you mean,” he said, in a low voice. “I know you’re right. I wish I could do it.”
“You wish!” exclaimed Riddell. “Wishing will not do it.”
Wyndham looked hard at him once more, and answered, in agitated tones.
“I say, Riddell. Do you know about it, then?”
“I think I do.”
At that moment a bell began to sound across the quadrangle.
“That’s lock-up; I must go!” exclaimed Wyndham, wildly. “For goodness’ sake, don’t tell any one, Riddell! Oh what a fool I have been!”
And next moment he was gone.
Riddell continued to pace the room, half stupefied with bewilderment and misery.
“For goodness’ sake, don’t tell any one!” The cry rang in his ears till it drove him nearly mad.