“No more there was. I was shamming.” Chips experienced something of Heriot’s revulsion at this avowal. “They say you went off—to—meet somebody.” “How did they get hold of that, I should like to know?” Of course the masters had been talking; why should they not? But then why had Heriot pretended that nobody was to know just yet? Why had Haigh talked about the worst cases being kept quiet? Chips allayed rising resentment by saying he believed it had come through a fly-man, whereupon Jan admitted that it was perfectly true. “They say you drove out to Yardley Wood.” “So I did.” “It was madness!” Jan shrugged his powerful shoulders. “I took my risks, and I was bowled out, that’s all.” Chips looked at him; the cynically glib admissions were ceasing to grate on him, were beginning to excite the incredulity with which he had first heard of the suicidal escapade. This shameless front was not a bit like Jan, whatever he had done, and Chips who knew him best was the first to perceive it. “I wish I knew why you’d done it!” he exclaimed ingenuously. “What do they say about that?” inquired Jan. “Well, there was some talk about—about a bit of a—romance!” Jan’s grin made him look quite himself. “Nicely put, Chips! But you can contradict that on the best authority.” “Now it’s got about that it’s a drinking row.” “That’s more like it.” “It’s what most fellows believe,” said Chips, with questionable tact. “Oh, is it? Think I look the part, do they?” “Not you, Jan——” “What then?” Chips did not like going on, but was obliged to now. “Well, some fellows seem to think that—except yesterday, of course—your bowling——” “Has suffered from it, eh? Go on, Chips! I like this. I like it awfully!” And this time Jan laughed outright, but did not look himself. “It’s not what I say, Jan! I wouldn’t hear of it.” “Very kind of you, I’m sure; but I shouldn’t wonder if you thought it all the same.” “I don’t, I tell you!” “I wouldn’t blame you if you did. How things fit in! Any other circumstantial evidence against me?” Chips hesitated again. “Out with it, man. I may as well know.” “Well, some say—but only some—that’s why you’ve been going about so much by yourself!” “To go off on the spree alone?” Chips nodded. “You see, you often refused to go out even with me,” he said reproachfully; not as though he believed the worst himself, but in a tone of excuse for those who did. Jan could only stare. His unsociability had been due of course to his unpopularity with his Eleven, his estrangement from Evan, and his delicacy about falling back on Chips. And even Chips could not see that for himself, but saw if anything with the other idiots! This was too much for Jan; it made him look more embittered than was wise if he still wished to be taken as the only villain of the piece. But the fact was that for the moment he was forgetting to act. “Solitary drinking!” he ejaculated. “Bad case, isn’t it?”