Chapter 11 THE GENTLE ART OF BOOSTING

THE Idiot was very late at breakfast-so extremely late, in fact, that some apprehension was expressed by his fellow-boarders as to the state of his health.

"I hope he isn't ill," said Mr. Whitechoker. "He is usually so prompt at his meals that I fear something is the matter with him."

"He's all right," said the Doctor, whose room adjoins that