t. He's sure to be extra
civil to you after it."

"Oh, I see. Bribery, is it?" said Felgate, laughing. "And what
particular reason have you for getting Mr Chuckey a testimonial?"

"Ha, ha!" said Arthur, who felt bound to laugh at the senior's joke.
"Jolly good name for him. Oh, some of the fellows think he's backed us
up, you know, about Bickers and all that. Thanks awfully for the
sixpence, Felgate. I'll be sure and stick your name at the top of the
list. I say, when's that trial adjourned to?"

"I don't know. By the way, youngster, what a smart barrister you made
that evening. Where did you pick it all up?"

"Oh, I don't know," said Arthur, feeling rather flattered. "Dig and I
went and heard a chap tried at the Old Bailey once. It was rather slow.
But, I say, do you really think I doubled up Dig well? He was awfully
wild."

"I don't wonder. You did it splendidly. Whatever put all the things
into your head?"

"Oh, I don't know," said Arthur, getting a little "tilted" with all this
flattery from a senior. "It was a notion I had."

"Not half a bad notion," said Felgate, beginning to think the game was
worth following up. "Not one fellow in a dozen would have thought about
that match-box up on the ledge."

"That's just it. It must have been a tall chap to put it up there."

"Of course, unless someone got on a chair."

"I thought of that," responded Arthur grandly; "only there were one or
two other things to come out if I'd had time. I say, do you know when
it's adjourned to?"

"I don't know. I hope not for long. I'd like to hear what else you've
got. I could never make up such things to save my life."

"Perhaps I didn't make them up," said Arthur, who felt that for once in
a way thorough justice was being done to his own cleverness.

"You don't mean you can produce the actual match-box? Why, you ought to
be made Attorney-General or Lord Chancellor."

"Can't I, though, I can!" said Arthur, "and something else too. Suppose
we'd found the door was kept open with a wedge of paper addressed in a
certain handwriting to a certain name--eh? and suppose the sack had the
initials on it of the same fellow that the paper and match-box belonged
to--eh? That would make a pretty hot case for our side, wouldn't it?"

"My word, youngster; you're a sharp one. But I suppose it's all make-
up!"

"Not a bit of it," said Arthur, flushed by his triumph.

"I'll believe it when I see it," said Felgate