"This is doubtless it." He drew it forth.

"It doesn't look such a herculean task, Edwards.

Here are seven pages, rather more than required, I'd say, and----" Mr.Daley ceased abruptly, and, after a moment, Steve, who had been gloomily regarding the floor, looked across.

The instructor was observing him strangely.
"Do you know whose book this is, Edwards ?" he asked.
"I suppose it's Tom's.

It isn't mine," he added moodily.
"It is Carl Upton's." "Carl----" Steve stared bewilderedly.
"It seems that you must have--er--taken it after all, Edwards." "But I didn't, sir! Tom will tell you that----" He faltered, and a puzzled look came into his eyes as he regarded the book in the instructor's hand.
"Well, really, Edwards,"-- Mr.Daley spoke lightly, but his countenance was grave--"you mustn't expect me to put it down to a miracle.