an excellent fellow!" This morning, however, the Chaplain wore a grave face.

After a few words he came to business.
"It concerns a letter I received this morning.

The writer, who signs himself 'Well Wisher,' makes a disgusting allegation against old Bonaday--an incredibly disgusting allegation.

You will prefer to read it for yourself." Mr.Colt produced the letter from his pocket-book, and held it out.
"Eh ?" exclaimed Master Blanchminster, receding.

"Another ?" "I beg your pardon-- ?" The Master adjusted his glasses, and bent forward, still without offering to touch the thing or receive it from Mr.Colt's hand.
"Yes, yes.