"Please, Kennedy," said Wren, glibly. "I did get leave to go down town this afternoon." "What!" Wren repeated the assertion. "Who gave you leave?" "Fenn." The thing did not seem to be working properly. When he said the word "Fenn", Wren expected to see Kennedy retire baffled, conscious that there was nothing more to be said or done. Instead of this, the remark appeared to infuriate him. "It's just like your beastly cheek," he said, glaring at the red-headed delinquent, "to ask Fenn for leave instead of me. You know perfectly well that only the head of the house can give leave to go down town. I don't know how often you and the rest of the junior dayroom have played this game, but it's going to stop now. You'd better remember another time when you want to go to Rose's that I've got to be consulted first." With which he proceeded to ensure to the best of his ability that the memory of Master Wren should not again prove treacherous in this respect. "How did it work?" asked Walton, when Wren returned. "It didn't," said Wren, briefly. Walton expressed an opinion that Kennedy was a cad; which, however sound in itself, did little to improve the condition of Wren. Having disposed of Wren, Kennedy sat down seriously to consider this new development of a difficult situation. Hitherto he had imagined Fenn to be merely a sort of passive resister who confined himself to the Achilles-in-his-tent business, and was only a nuisance because he refused to back him up. To find him actually aiding and abetting the house in its opposition to its head was something of a shock. And yet, if he had given Wren leave to go down town, he had probably done the same kind office by others. It irritated Kennedy more than the most overt act of enmity would have done. It was not good form. It was hitting below the belt. There was, of course, the chance that Wren's story had not been true. But he did not build much on that. He did not yet know his Wren well, and believed that such an audacious lie would be beyond the daring of a fag. But it would be worth while to make inquiries. He went down the passage to Fenn's study. Fenn, however, had gone to bed, so he resolved to approach him on the subject next day. There was no hurry. He went to his dormitory, feeling very bitter towards Fenn, and rehearsing home truths with which to confound him on the morrow. XX JIMMY THE PEACEMAKER