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They now referred to the other cases on which but little more was brought out. Before closing, one of the council, turning to me, remarked, "Now, Mr. Quinby, if you know of anything wrong at the prison, not here developed, we wish you to be free and state it, for we desire to understand the truth."
"What's the matter?" cried Quin in alarm. "What has happened?" Papa Claude, resting one expressive hand on Eleanor's head, extended the other to Quin. "Come in, my boy, come in," he said brokenly. "You are one of us: nothing shall be kept from you in this hour of great affliction. I am ruined, Quinby utterly, irrevocably ruined!" "But how? What's happened?"
"Divorce!" he answered in a tragic voice. "Clephane, the fellow says she was divorced in India, and that it was that it was her fault!" He turned away his face. It was in a flame. "And you are going to thrash Quinby for saying that?" "If he sticks to it, I most certainly am," said Bob, the fire settling in his blue eyes. "I should think twice about it, Bob, if I were you."
But the country had rung with it, and his friends never tired of talking about it. And none knew better than Mr. Quinby himself that he owed the safety of his vessel and the lives of all on board to the quick wit of Bert in sending the electric current from the dynamo into the wires and hurling the screaming rascals back into their junks.
I've learned more since I've been in this house than I ever learned in all my life put together. Why, sometimes I don't hardly know myself!" "Two negatives, Quinby, make an affirmative," suggested Miss Enid primly; and thus his higher education began. Miss Enid was right when she said his mind was above the average.
Quinby with mock severity. "But I refuse to say anything in defense, on the ground that I might incriminate myself. Anyway, I'm here, and that's the main point. How are things going with you fellows?" "Fine," was the response. "But come right on up to our rooms. We're not going to let you get away from us in a hurry, now that we've laid hands on you." "We'll surrender," smiled Mr. Quinby.
He too was looking preternaturally solemn, and his lips were moving softly in unison with Mr. Chester's. If Eleanor could have heard those inaudible responses she would have been startled by the words: "I, Quinby, take thee, Eleanor." But she only observed that he was lost in a day-dream, and that she had never seen him look so nice.
Quin's heart leaped within him. Could Mr. Bangs be intimating that he, Quinby Graham, with one year and four months' experience, might step over the heads of all of those older and more experienced aspirants into the empty shoes of the former traffic manager? The South Seas seemed to flow just around the corner. "I have been considering the matter," continued Mr.
"To-night I claim you both. We will introduce Quinby as one of the gallant heroes of the Great War. I shall tell his story no he shall tell it! Come, put on your hat, Eleanor; we must start at once." "But here! Hold on!" protested Quin, laughing and freeing himself from Papa Claude's encircling arm, "I'm not fixed to go to a party, and I haven't got any story to tell.
"The percentage is on our side, after all," added Bert. "We've won about two-thirds of all the games we have played together." "Some funny things happen in the course of a game," went on Mr. Quinby, who in this congenial company was feeling the years drop away from him and was enjoying himself immensely. "I remember once when our boys played Trinity in Hartford.
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