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Updated: June 12, 2025
All the reading men of his year were now anxiously occupied in working for the Saint Werner's scholarships. They were the blue ribbon of the place.
When Shirley was standing guard in the set after Werner's death, and making a fool of himself, Millard evidently wanted to get over and speak to him, perhaps to tell him not to let me find him searching the scene as though his life depended upon it, perhaps something else. But Miss Faye stopped him.
"There's my betting-book," replied Brogten, flinging it at Kennedy, whom it struck in the face, and who took no further notice of the insult than to pick up the book, and throw it into the great brazier, full of glowing charcoal, which stands in the centre of Saint Werner's hall. "Don't do that, confound you!" cried Brogten, springing up.
He turned from the Cathedral, and both slid along close under the eaves and front hangings of the houses. Neither spoke. Farina felt that he was in the hands of a skilful captain, and only regretted the want of a weapon to make harvest of the intended surprise; for he judged clearly that those were fellows of Werner's band on the look-out.
We could not hear his words, but could see that he was asserting himself, was forcing a decision so that he could proceed with his work. This seemed uninteresting to me. I remembered my success in my visit to Werner's apartment, when I had essayed the role of detective. "Listen, Kennedy!" I suggested. "Suppose I go out by myself and see if I can locate Shirley or Marilyn.
"I shouldn't wonder now if Home were to lose the Clerkland; he was sure of it before this morning," said one. "What a cursed shame!" echoed another. "I never in my life heard a more blackguard trick. That fellow Brogten has lost the Hartonians the scholarship; lucky if he hasn't lost it to Saint Werner's too. Perhaps that Benedict man will get it."
I recalled Werner's habitually nervous manner and was sure now that the needles actually were used by him. Was it due to the high pressure of his profession? Had that constant high tension forced him to find relief in the most violent relaxation? Elated, I was tempted at first to crowd my luck.
I hope I'm five hundred miles away about then." Koppy, struggling with anger and scorn, frowned on the would-be humourist, who hastily grinned. "Course you know it's only a joke of mine, Koppy." "Better so," returned the leader coldly. "Many Indians about?" He was searching Werner's eyes. "You saw or smelt them." Werner wilted under that stare.
I will go away home to-morrow, when Julian starts, and begin from the very first day to read with all my might. Hitherto I have had only the bitter lessons of Camford; let us see if I cannot gain some of her honours too." "Nuda nec arva placent, umbrasque negantia molles, Nec dudum vetiti me laris augit amor." Milton. Bruce, when expelled from Saint Werner's, thought very little of his disgrace.
But, besides these, he had been sought out by all the most distinguished men among the Saint Werner's undergraduates, while Mr Admer, who improved immensely on acquaintance, had introduced him to some of the most genial and least exclusive dons.
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