out last night, Mr. Galloway!"

"I suppose it brought out a few," was Mr. Galloway's rejoinder.

"It did that," said Arthur Channing. "Myself for one. When I saw the
bishop emerge from the college doors, I could scarcely believe my
sight."

"I'd have given half-a-crown to see him!" cried Roland Yorke. "If
there's any fun going on, it is sure to be my fate to miss it. Cator
was at my house, having a cigar with me; and, though we heard the bell,
we did not disturb ourselves to see what it might mean."

"What is your opinion of last night's work, Arthur?" asked Mr.
Galloway, returning to the point.

Arthur's opinion was a very decided one, but he did not choose to say
so. The meeting with the college boys at their stealthy post in the
cloisters, when he and Hamish were passing through at dusk, a few
nights before, coupled with the hints then thrown out of the "serving
out" of Ketch, could leave little doubt as to the culprits. Arthur
returned an answer, couched in general terms.

"Could it have been the college boys, think you?" debated Mr. Galloway.

"Not being a college boy, I cannot speak positively, sir," he said,
laughing. "Gaunt knows nothing of it. I met him as I was going home to
breakfast from my early hour's work here, and he told me he did not.
There would have been no harm done, after all, but for the accident to
Jenkins."