CHAPTER EIGHT.
I KNOW A BANK.
Jonah Trimble may not have been a genius of the first water, but he was at least wise enough to know that he could not both have his cake and eat it.

His discovery of Jeffreys' villainy was a most appetising cake, and it wanted some little self-denial to keep his own counsel about it, and not spoil sport by springing his mine until all the trains were laid.
Another consideration, moreover, which prevented his taking immediate action was that Jeffreys was extremely useful at Galloway House, and could not be spared just yet--even to the gallows.

In a few months' time, when the good name of the school, which had rapidly risen since he came upon the scene, was well established, things might be brought to a climax.

Meanwhile Jonah Trimble would keep his eye on his man, read his _Eugene Aram_, and follow up his clues.
Jeffreys awoke on the following morning with a feeling of oppression on his mind which for a little time he could not define.

It was not his guardian's words, bitter as they had been; it was not the insolence of his fellow-usher, intolerable as that was becoming.