He gave me a peculiar sceptical glance.
'When did you last see Y.?' he said.
'Yesterday afternoon,' I replied wonderingly.
'And you don't know where he is now?'
'Haven't an idea—isn't he in school?'
'No,' he replied in low, awful tones.
'Where then?' I murmured.
'In prison!' I gasped.
'In prison; I have just been to help bail him out.'