CHAPTER THREE: The Arrested Philanthropy of Mr.Tomlinson.
"This, Mr.Tomlinson, is our campus," said President Boomer as they passed through the iron gates of Plutoria University.
"For camping ?" said the Wizard.
"Not exactly," answered the president, "though it would, of course, suit for that.

_Nihil humunum alienum_, eh ?" and he broke into a loud, explosive laugh, while his spectacles irradiated that peculiar form of glee derived from a Latin quotation by those able to enjoy it.

Dr.
Boyster, walking on the other side of Mr.Tomlinson, joined in the laugh in a deep, reverberating chorus.
The two had the Wizard of Finance between them, and they were marching him up to the University.

He was taken along much as is an arrested man who has promised to go quietly.

They kept their hands off him, but they watched him sideways through their spectacles.