Cedric frowned slightly and closed his blotting-case, but not before Malcolm's sharp eyes had caught sight of a cabinet photograph of Leah Jacobi.
"What on earth has brought you to Oxford ?" asked Cedric in rather an uneasy tone.

"I thought it was one of our fellows, and was just swearing to myself for forgetting to sport the oak.

I suppose you are staying with Dr.Medcalf as usual ?" "No, I had no time to let him know; I am sleeping at the 'Randolph,'" returned Malcolm quietly.

"I am sorry to interrupt you, my boy," with another glance at the blotting-case; "but I have only a few hours, so I have no time to lose.

May I take this comfortable chair ?"--sinking into it as he spoke.