. . well, I suppose
there's always something in friendship that one chooses to keep in a
cage. . . . The only cage-mate that Jack--I mean Foe--ever allowed me
was Jimmy Caldecott, and that happened after we had both moved to
London.
He--Foe--had taken a first-class in the Tripos, of course; and a
fellowship on top of that. But he did not stay up at Cambridge.
He put in the next few years at different London hospitals, published
some papers on the nervous system of animals, got appointed Professor
of Animal Morphology, in the South London University College (the
Silversmiths' College), and might wake up any morning to find himself
a Fellow of the Royal Society. He was already--I am talking of 1907,
when the tale starts--a Corresponding Member of three or four learned
Societies in Europe and the U.S.A., and had put a couple of honorary
doctorates to his account besides his Cambridge DSc.
As for me, I had rooms at first in Jermyn Street, then chambers in
the Inner Temple--my father, who had been Chairman of Quarter
Sessions, holding the opinion that I ought to read for the Bar, that
I might be better qualified in due time to deal out local justice
down in Warwickshire.
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