All Jackson's impositions, according to him, were given him for doing practically nothing. Now and then he got them for doing literally nothing--when he ought to have been doing form-work. "Done 'em?" asked Linton. "Not yet; no," replied Jackson. "More tea, please." "What you want to do, then," said Linton, "is to apply to the Locksley Lines Supplying Trust. That's what you must do." "You needn't rot a chap on a painful subject," protested Jackson. "I wasn't rotting," said Linton. "Why don't you apply to the Lines Trust?" "Then do you mean to say that there really is such a thing?" Jackson said incredulously. "Why I thought it was all a rag." "I know you did. It's the rotten sort of thing you would think. Rag, by Jove! Look at this. Now do you understand that this is a genuine concern?" He got up and went to the cupboard which filled the space between the stove and the bookshelf. From this resting-place he extracted a great pile of manuscript and dumped it down on the table with a bang which caused a good deal of Jackson's tea to spring from its native cup on to its owner's trousers. "When you've finished," protested Jackson, mopping himself with a handkerchief that had seen better days. "Sorry. But look at these. What did you say your impot was? Oh, I remember. Here you are. Two pages of 'Quatre-Vingt Treize.' I don't know which two pages, but I suppose any will do." Jackson was amazed. "Great Scott! what a wad of stuff! When did you do it all?" "Oh, at odd times. Dunstable's got just as much over at Day's. So you see the Trust is a jolly big show. Here are your two pages. That looks just like your scrawl, doesn't it? These would be fourpence in the ordinary way, but you can have 'em for nothing this time." "Oh, I say," said Jackson gratefully, "that's awfully good of you." After that the Locksley Lines Supplying Trust, Ltd. went ahead with a rush. The brilliant success which attended its first specimen--M. Gaudinois took Jackson's imposition without a murmur--promoted confidence in the public, and they rushed to buy. Orders poured in from all the houses, and by the middle of the term the organisers of the scheme were able to divide a substantial sum. "How are you getting on round your way?" asked Linton of Dunstable at the end of the sixth week of term. "Ripping. Selling like hot cakes." "So are mine," said Linton. "I've almost come to the end of my stock. I ought to have written some more, but I've been a bit slack lately." "Yes, buck up. We must keep a lot in hand." "I say, did you hear that about Merrett in our house?" asked Linton. "What about him?"