Malcolm had just a glimpse of a lean brown face and deeply-set eyes, and then the door closed.
"Another string to the Jacobi bow," he thought as he followed him slowly.

"I wonder how many he has." And then, as he walked back to the station, he made up his mind that as soon as possible he would run down to Oxford and have a talk with Cedric.

"I think I could manage it on Friday or Saturday," he thought.

"I should soon find out for myself if those people have done him any mischief." Malcolm felt his conscience easier when he had planned this.

Mrs.
Godfrey had really made him very anxious about the boy.