But so strangely turns the wheel of time that these ill-doing and barbarous scamps became a kind of moral thermometer in the home of the gentle Irish lady in the early half of the present century.

'Late again, you young scamp!' was the stern greeting of his grandmother, as Teddy appeared on the scene.

But the scamp was certainly a scamp, even though he might not be a murderer, or he would have revealed the secret.