"The President and Treasurer were to have been here at five o'clock."
"I have heard nothing of it," said the Librarian. "I am sure that the
President is out of town for the day."
"Strange! strange!" exclaimed the Reverend Mr. Clifton, in a very
excited tone. "I wish to make a deposit of great importance in the
Mather Safe. I had the assurance that the Safe should be opened at five
this afternoon. Here, read the solemn promise upon which I have come
from Foxden!"
The Librarian glanced at an open letter which Clifton held out to him,
and said, in a quiet manner,--
"The President promises to meet you in the College Library on the
afternoon of Thursday, the twenty-fourth instant; to-day is Wednesday,
the twenty-third."
"Is it possible?" muttered the clergyman, with a look of startled
despair. "Pardon my disturbance. I have been hardly myself for these
last weeks. Yet I can wait."
I spoke to Mr. Clifton as he was about to leave the library. He blenched
at hearing my voice, and strove to conceal the package beneath his arm.
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