"One bullet, Oxford man," he said, "then it was my turn."

He is an Oxford man, balding, and of course, pithy.

He was lucky enough during the course of the year to see a ceremony which is denied to most Oxford men.

And there was a very pleasant doctor, an Oxford man, who seemed on excellent terms with every one.

"Bomb squad," the Oxford man called as the car sped past.

"I don't know which is worse," Mott said to the Oxford man.

One half of this little wonder's tricks have not been told yet and the Oxford men were simply paralysed by his tenacity.

He turns out to be an Oxford man of good family wrongfully sentenced for another's crime.

Could it be that he felt intimidated by the company of great Oxford men like these?