CHAPTER XXVIII.
"THE LADY CALLING HERSELF MISS JACOBI" Master, master! news, old news, and such news as you never heard of!--Taming of the Shrew.
The first and worst of all frauds is to cheat oneself .-- BAILEY, Festus.
Malcolm had telegraphed to Verity to pack his Gladstone bag and send it by special messenger to Paddington.

Verity, who was accustomed to these commissions, had fulfilled her orders with neatness and despatch, and he found it waiting for him on his arrival at the station.

It was nearly half-past six when the spires and pinnacles of the old collegiate city came in sight, so he drove straight to the "Randolph," ordered his room, then dined and refreshed himself after his journey; and it was not until after eight that he went across to St.John's and found his way to Cedric's rooms.
Cedric's sisters had taken great pride and pleasure in furnishing them, and they were the envy of all his friends.

A rather impatient "Come in," answered Malcolm's knock.
Cedric was at his writing-table, but he was evidently not at work.

He gave a surprised exclamation when he saw his visitor's face; but Malcolm at once perceived that he was not welcome.