I thought maybe I'd go over it again, but--I guess it'll have to do." "Where is it ?" "Here somewhere." Tom searched at the far end of the table and drew a blue-book to light.

"Want to see it ?" Steve took it and glanced over it, a puzzled frown on his forehead.
"What's the matter ?" asked Tom.

"Don't you like it?
I guess it is pretty punk, though." "It's all right, as far as I know," answered Steve, returning the book.
"Only--I don't understand----" "Don't understand what?
Say, you're as mysterious as--as--Sherlock Holmes!" "Nothing.

By the way, a funny thing happened." Steve wandered toward the window, his back to Tom, "When I went down to find 'Horace' I picked up a blue-book that was on his table and brought it up here.

It was Upton's.