"I am from-----" "Er---yes, quite so," murmured Mr.Hibbert.

"And here is the boy.

He is named Greg Holmes.

Do you observe his right ear ?" "I do," Colquitt assented, after a swift, keen glance.
"He is the boy," Hibbert repeated after a moment's hesitation.
"Where do you live, young man ?" asked Colquitt.
Greg supplied the name of his street and the number.
"Name of your family physician ?" went on the stranger.
"Dr.Bentley." "Has he always been your family physician ?" "Ever since I can remember," Greg declared.
"Thank you," and Colquitt turned to leave.
"Won't you stay and have an ice with us ?" urged Hibbert.
"Too much to do," replied Colquitt, shaking his head and walking out.
Now the high school boys found themselves doubly, trebly puzzled.
If Mr.Hibbert were an amiable lunatic, what of Colquitt?
Both had appeared to know something mysterious about young Holmes.
Tom Reade, also, was thinking deeply.

Dave Darrin was frowning.
Dan Dalzell was grinning slightly, while Hazelton was giving his whole attention to the second ice before him.
Hibbert, however, passed to other topics as lightly as though he had already forgotten all about fortunes and ears.