Then she looked at me in the queerest way and began to smile.

'Do you want to see the registrar of Overton College ?' she asked.

'Of course I do,' I said, for I began to suspect that something was wrong.

Then she stopped smiling and said it was too bad, but whoever had sent me there had played a trick on me and brought me to the office of the Register of Deeds.

Instead of Overton Hall I was in the county court house.