“Were you playing yourself?” enquired Mrs. Solent.

“Any one of the Ramsgard second-eleven could send his bails flying!” continued Jason. “Wilson Minor would have got him out for a duck’s-egg.”

A faint wrinkling in the lines of the poet’s profile indicated that some mental image was exciting his proclivity to roguery.

“I’ve never heard of Wilson Minor,” murmured Wolf.

Jason cast a sidewise glance at him and then looked at Mrs. Solent. He seemed to imply that these intimate affairs of the Second Eleven of Ramsgard School were, where women were concerned, rather to be concealed than revealed.

“Do you know him?” enquired Wolf boldly, taking the bull by the horns.