Yes, it is Masterson, poor man, sure enough; and two days ago he was as well as you or I--saving your presence.

He was on the gate that evening, and there was a supper on one of the staircases: all the bloods of the College, your honour will understand.

About an hour before midnight the Master sent him to tell the gentlemen he could not sleep for the noise.

After that it is not known just what happened, but the party had him in and gave him wine; and whether he went then and returned again when the company were gone is a question.

Any way, he was found in the morning, cold and dead at the foot of the stairs, and his neck broken.