_hands the illustration to_ HARRY, _who examines it._ MATT _moves
away a step and unobtrusively feels his own nose and forehead._

_Harry._ [_Has examined the illustration._] By Jove, yes--anybody can
see she was bound to come a moral cropper, eh?

[_He hands the illustration to_ DOLLY, _who passes it to_ RENIE,
_with a very significant glance, pointing out something on the
paper._ LUCAS _leans over the back of the sofa between_ RENIE _and_
DOLLY _to look at the illustration. As he leans on the back of the
sofa_, DOLLY _draws herself up very indignantly, gives him a severe
look; moves a little away from him, sits and looks very severely in
front of her. He cannot understand her attitude, draws back a
little and looks puzzled._

_Prof._ [_Bringing out another illustration, offering it to_ MATT.] Now
look at this.

_Matt._ [_Taking illustration._] Somebody's brains!

_Prof._ Tell me if you notice anything peculiar.

[HARRY _leans over_ MATT'S _shoulder, and looks at the
illustration._ LUCAS _again leans over the sofa, between_ DOLLY
_and_ RENIE. DOLLY _again moves a little further away from him with
another indignant look._ LUCAS _is again puzzled, but bends and
looks over the illustration in_ RENIE'S _hands._

_Lucas._ So that's Jane Sweetman! Well, if Jane was bound to come a
moral cropper, I'm very glad I wasn't bound to come a moral cropper with
Jane, eh, Dolly? [_Very pleasantly._

_Dolly._ [_Very severely._] I should scarcely have thought you troubled
whom you came a moral cropper with!

[_Looks at him severely, goes up to writing-desk, seats herself and
writes letter. He feels himself snubbed, and moves a step or two
back, stands and looks puzzled._ PROFESSOR _has been critically
regarding_ MATT _and_ HARRY, _who have been looking at the
illustration._

_Prof._ Well, does anything strike you?

_Matt._ No. [_Holding it out._] Looks rather
pulpy--rather--a--squashy----

_Prof._ Exactly! Observe the soft, almost watery condition of that gray
matter. What is the inevitable consequence?

_Matt._ I couldn't quite say--whom did that gray matter belong to?

_Prof._ Harriet Poy.

_Matt._ I don't remember Harriet----

_Prof._ The Pyromaniac. At the age of four set fire to her mother's bed.
At twelve was found saturating blankets with petroleum; at sixteen fired
three hayricks, for which she was sentenced to six