I sent him to a first-rate school, where he distinguished himself in a way of his own by an act of homicide." "What ?" exclaimed the colonel; and Mr Rimbolt suddenly became attentive.
"Yes.

He either quite or very nearly did for a young schoolfellow in a fit of the tantrums, and found it convenient to quit the place rather abruptly." "What was the name of the school ?" asked Mr Rimbolt quietly.
"Bolsover, in -- shire." "Singular!" exclaimed the colonel.

"I had a chum in India who had a boy at that very school." Here the speaker became aware of a sharp kick under the table and a significant look from Mr Rimbolt.

The old soldier was used to obey the word of command at a moment's notice and pulled up now.
"I should think a thing like that would be very bad for the school," said Mr Rimbolt quietly, and in an off-hand way.
"Fatal," said Mr Halgrove.

"I believe Bolsover went to the dogs after it." "And so you had--you had young--what was his name ?" "Jeffreys." "Young Jeffreys on your hands ?" "Scarcely.