Pardon my delay. You
need not worry about the man Zuker. I am kept informed as to his
movements.

"With regard to your master Mr. Weevil, I quite agree with you--I
cannot think that he has anything to do with a traitor to his
country, though appearances may be against him. At any rate, till
anything is distinctly proved, give him the respect due to a
scholar and a gentleman.

"To turn to other and more agreeable matters. I trust that Harry is
getting on well. He seems too busy to write much. And when he does
write, it's nothing but 'Plunger, Plunger, Plunger,' from start to
finish. You would fancy there was nobody else but Plunger in
existence. Tell him that when he can get away from Plunger we shall
be very glad to hear from him again.

"I know the great friendship there is between you and my nephew
Stanley. I only hope that Harry will find as good and worthy a
friend. Tell Stanley that he has to come here during next vacation,
and bring you with him. I think we shall be able to provide you
with plenty of amusement, though I can't promise you it will be of
so exciting a kind as you had last vacation.--Your sincere friend,

"WALTER MONCRIEF."

A great feeling of relief came over Paul when he read the first part of
this letter. There was nothing to worry about Zuker. Mr. Moncrief was
kept informed of his movements; and yet, and yet----If Mr. Moncrief knew
of his movements, why, in the name of wonder, did he not arrest him? But
perhaps there were reasons against it. In any case, the answer was
satisfactory, and he felt relieved.

It was with far different feelings he read the last part of the letter.

"I know the great friendship existing between you and Stanley," Paul
read again, with sorrow. "I only hope that Harry will find as good a
friend."

And the message? What was he to do with the message Mr. Moncrief had
asked him to deliver to Stanley? He turned the letter over and over in
his hand. He must deliver it to him somehow.

"Stanley must answer it; not I. I will give it to his cousin."

As he passed along the corridor a deep groan came from one of the
dormitories. It sounded like some one in pain. He stopped and listened.
A few seconds more, and the groaning was repeated. He opened the door
softly and looked in. The dormitory was to all appearances empty.

"Strange! My ears must have deceived me," thought