ee it, you know, when
I told him about the Sanskrit letters."

"Naturally, as a Sanskrit scholar," said the Colonel drily. "Sit down,
my boy.--Doctor, I am very glad you sent for me, and that I am able to
clear up this miserable little mystery. You knew this Professor
Barclay?"

"Only as coming to me with testimonials to prove that he had been one of
the professors at Stillham College."

"Yes; and his name?"

"Barclay--Professor Barclay, Professor of Sanskrit and Hindustani. He
applied for an engagement here."

"Humph! All wrong," said the Colonel. "I thought I knew his face when
he tried to thrust himself upon me in the hotel; and I was right. I did
know it, though thirty years had elapsed since we last met. A man who
had been out in Calcutta and picked up a little Sanskrit and a pretty
good smattering of Hindustani--a man who can chatter a bit in a foreign
tongue always seems a big scholar to one who can't. This fellow, on the
strength of his acquirements, came back to England and obtained an
appointment near London where military cadets were in training for the
Honourable East India Company's Service. I was there--not Stillham, but
Barniscombe; name not Barclay, but Roberts. He was kicked out, Doctor,
for blackmailing the students. He was not much more than a boy himself
in those days."

"Colonel," cried the Doctor indignantly, "are you prepared to say you
are sure, and that this is a fact?"

"Yes," said the Colonel coolly. "He blackmailed me."

"Oh, impossible!" cried Morris wildly.

"No, sir," said the Colonel, smiling. "Quite possible. But you don't
offend me, sir. I admire the way in which you defend the man whom you
seem to have made your friend.--Well, Doctor, there's your man.--Why,
boys, you seem to have been babies in his hands. Glyn, I'm ashamed of
you."

Glyn looked at the Doctor, and then at Morris, as he felt that his
father was not treating him fairly; but he held his tongue, and then his
eyes flashed with satisfaction as Singh gave him a quick look and then
spoke out.

"Glyn had nothing to do with it, sir," he said. "He protested against
it, and regularly bullied me for showing this man the belt and lending
him money."

"Ha, ha!" said the Colonel. "Then he fleeced you a little, did he, my
boy?"

"Well, yes, sir. I lent or gave him some money, because I thought that
he was a poor gentleman. How was I to know that he was not honest,
when--when--"

He was about to