Wattles's tone was rather impressive. Since that visit to Wolcott yesterday he had carried himself with added dignity, for was not he, too, concerned in matters of deep moment? Had he not taken a part, though a humble one, in diplomatic affairs? Always a model of discretion, to-night Wattles was discreeter than ever, and when Tom asked: "Did he find out anything, Wattles?" he glanced toward windows and doors before, lowering his voice to a confidential murmur, he answered: "Yes, sir. Something extremely important, Mister Kemble, but I am not at liberty to mention it, sir."
"Oh, roll your hoop," grumbled Tom. "I guess he will tell us, all right."
"Oh, yes, sir," agreed Wattles. "Quite so, sir."
But they didn't learn very much from Loring, after all, for "Cocky" had advised against it. He did tell them about the journey to Cotterville, in the same antiquated but efficient vehicle that had brought Tom back from Danbury, and how Wattles, learning something of the mission, had advised stopping en route and securing disguises, Wattles favoring for himself a voluminous beard. But as to what he had actually observed at the Wolcott game Loring was vague and reticent. Tom got a trifle huffy and said he guessed Loring hadn't found out anything much, anyway, if you asked him!
Monday morning Mr. Wyatt detained Tom after class and said: "At my suggestion, Kemble, the Faculty has released you from restrictions." If he had expected
