hat was Claude’s.”
I sank limply into a chair.
“I say, you couldn’t explain this, could you?” I said.
The chappie gazed at me in mild surprise.
“Why, don’t you know all about it? I say!” He blushed profusely. “Why, if you don’t know about it, I shouldn’t wonder if the whole thing didn’t seem rummy to you.”
“Rummy is the word.”
“It was for The Seekers, you know.”
“The Seekers?”
“Rather a blood club, you know, up at Oxford, which your cousins and I are rather keen on getting into. You have to pinch something, you know, to get elected. Some sort of a souvenir, you know. A policeman’s helmet, you know, or a doorknocker or something, you know. The room’s decorated with