"A real wise guy, huh? Let's take him down a notch. I know some folks at that school. We go way back." "Who's that?" "Tsuki Pinsuke and Fukachi Kishago. They'll help us." From which region this Kaneda fellow hails, I cannot say, but I was taken aback by the odd names of his fellows. He continued on. "The guy teaches English, does he?" "Yes, that's what the cartman's wife says. His specialty is English Readers or some such." "Poor excuse for a teacher, I reck'n." I was struck by his use of "reck'n." "The other day, when I last saw Pinsuke, he mentioned an odd fellow on the staff. A student asked this fellow what 'bancha' was in English, and the follow replied, in all seriousness, 'savage tea.' Among the staff, he still can't live it down. One teacher like that, Pinsuke lamented, puts the whole school to shame. Most likely it's this same guy." "I'm sure it's him. It shows in his face. Even through those pretentious whiskers." "Shameful lout." If whiskers make for a shameful lout then where does that leave us cats? "Then there's that Meitei, spewing incoherence. Preposterous wag if ever there was one." "You mustn't let yourself swallow some charlatan's line." "Who would've thought he was fibbing through and through?" She seems to still be kicking herself. Curiously, not a word is said of Kangetsu. Perhaps I stole in late and missed it. It could be, too, that they've written him off and purged him from their thoughts. This was foremost in my mind, but I could garner no insight. As I lingered there, a bell sounded in a room down the way. Something was up. Loathe to miss out, I directed my steps toward the sound.