"
He shook Farrell off--as it were--with a hunching movement of the
shoulder, and turned to me.
"Come, sir," he said, courteously enough. "I warn you it is a
tragedy."
"But my friend is unhurt?" I asked anxiously. "The Sergeant told
me--"
"Doctor Foe had left the building--whether fortunately or
unfortunately you shall judge--half an hour before the mob
arrived. Saturday is, for lecturing, a _dies non_ with him, though
he often spends the whole day here at his work." Sir Elkin paused.
"By the way, did I catch your name aright, just now? You are Sir
Roderick Otway? . . . Then I ought to have thanked you, before this.
It was you who sent me a message yesterday. Foe himself made light
of it--"
"I wish I had come with him," said I, with something like a groan.
"I wish to Heaven you had," he agreed very seriously. "For I have a
confession to make. . . . I was a fool. I contented myself with
warning a few of the teaching staff to be on their guard, and with
setting an extra round of night-watchers. But I neglected to see to
it that Foe removed his papers to the College strong-room.
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