As they got up, the door handle rattled again, and this time there followed a knocking. "This must be an emissary of Comrade Spiller's," said Psmith. "Let us parley with the man." Mike unlocked the door. A light-haired youth with a cheerful, rather vacant face and a receding chin strolled into the room, and stood giggling with his hands in his pockets. "I just came up to have a look at you," he explained. "If you move a little to the left," said Psmith, "you will catch the light-and-shade effects on Jackson's face better." The newcomer giggled with renewed vigor. "Are you the chap with the eyeglass who jaws all the time?" "I _do_ wear an eyeglass," said Psmith; "as to the rest of the description--" "My name's Jellicoe." "Mine is Psmith--P-s-m-i-t-h--one of the Shropshire Psmiths. The object on the skyline is Comrade Jackson." "Old Spiller," giggled Jellicoe, "is cursing you like anything downstairs. You _are_ chaps! Do you mean to say you simply bagged his study? He's making no end of a row about it." "Spiller's fiery nature is a byword," said Psmith. "What's he going to do?" asked Mike, in his practical way. "He's going to get the chaps to turn you out." "As I suspected," sighed Psmith, as one mourning over the frailty of human nature. "About how many horny-handed assistants should you say that he would be likely to bring? Will you, for instance, join the glad throng?" "Me? No fear! I think Spiller's an ass." "There's nothing like a common thought for binding people together. _I_ think Spiller's an ass." "How many _will_ there be, then?" asked Mike. "He might get about half a dozen, not more, because most of the chaps don't see why they should sweat themselves just because Spiller's study has been bagged." "Sturdy common sense," said Psmith approvingly, "seems to be the chief virtue of the Sedleigh character." "We shall be able to tackle a crowd like that," said Mike. "The only thing is we must get into the same dormitory." "This is where Comrade Jellicoe's knowledge of the local geography will come in useful. Do you happen to know of any snug little room, with, say, about four beds in it? How many dormitories are there?" "Five--there's one with three beds in it, only it belongs to three chaps." "I believe in the equal distribution of property. We will go to Comrade Outwood and stake out another claim." Mr. Outwood received them even more beamingly than before. "Yes, Smith?" he said. "We must apologize for disturbing you, sir--" "Not at all, Smith, not at all! I like the boys in my house to come to me when they wish for my advice or help." "We were wondering, sir, if you would have any objection to Jackson, Jellicoe and myself sharing the dormitory with the three beds in it. A very warm friendship ..." explained Psmith, patting the gurgling Jellicoe kindly on the shoulder, "has sprung up between Jackson, Jellicoe and myself." "You make friends easily, Smith. I like to see it--I like to see it."