class to order, the magazine was handed to Bobs Drake, and, after a
minute, he passed it over to me, opened at a killing picture of Mr.
Talbot, talking against football with one side of his mouth and
against fraternities with the other. I don’t believe Mr. Talbot would
have noticed Bobs handing me the magazine, but, Jacquette, you
know my failing. The minute I saw that picture, off went my laugh—
right there in class! I hadn’t the slightest warning that it was going
to happen. Never do have, you know.”
“Louise—you poor girl!”
“Well, Mr. Talbot was down at my desk in a flash, and, before I
could do a thing, he had the ‘Fool-killer’ in his hand, looking it
through. Wasn’t it dreadful? There he stood, turning page after
page, and we waited. At last he looked up at Quis, and said, ‘Mr.
Granville, do you happen to know who executed this masterpiece?’”
“Oh! Quis could have done it—but he wouldn’t!”
“Well, there were two or three Beta Sigs sitting near Quis, and
they sat up straight, but Quis held his head high, and said, ‘Yes, sir, I
do know.’”
“No!”
“Yes. Mr. Talbot was surprised, too. Of course his next question
was, ‘Who did it?’ but Quis absolutely refused to answer. Then Mr.
Talbot asked why he wouldn’t answer, and Quis gave one glance
over at the Elk boys, where Bobs was sitting, and said, ‘Because I
consider it dishonourable to tell tales of anyone!’ And, Jacquette, the
class cheered!”
“But, Louise, you aren’t going to say Bobs did it?”
“Wait till I get to that. Of course Mr. Talbot was angry at the
cheering, and, next thing, turned on Bobs.”