But it was not the superintendent's face that met their eyes, for their late fellow-clerk stepped boldly in.
"How are you, gentlemen ?" he said, with a strong emphasis upon the last word.

"So I've got the sack; but I'm not going to leave my property behind." He stepped to his desk and took out his flute-case, tucked it under his arm, and then drew the sword-cane and umbrella from the stand, giving the pair a maliciously triumphant look.
"Can't afford to leave the sword-stick as a memento for you, Ingle, nor the flute for sneaky West.

Goodbye, both of you.

Look out for our next merry meeting.

Ta, ta!" Neither of the young men replied, but sat gazing fixedly at the speaker till he passed out, banging the door.
But only to open it again to look in and utter the one word: "Cads!" Then the door was banged, and West leaped from his stool and made a dash.
"Stop, stupid!" thundered out Ingleborough, supplementing his words by a bound and flinging his arm round his companion's chest.