Eric; Or, Little by LittleFarrar, F. W. (Frederic William)
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Eric; Or, Little by Little
Farrar, F. W. (Frederic William)
Schools -- Fiction
“Did you see any one get into the school-room through the side window?”
“I may as well tell you all about it. I was sitting doing nothing in the
sick-room, when I suddenly saw Barker clamber in to the school-room by
the window, which he left open. I was looking on simply from curiosity,
and saw him search Williams’ desk, from which he took out something, I
could not make out what. He then went to his own place, and wrote for
about ten minutes, after which I observed him go up and stand by the
notice board. When he had done this he got out by the window again,
and ran off.”
“Didn’t this strike you as extraordinary?”
“No; I thought nothing more about it, till some one told me in the
sick-room about this row. I then mentioned privately what I had seen,
and it wasn’t till I saw Duncan, half an hour ago, that I thought it
worth while to make it generally known.”
Duncan turned an enquiring eye to Barker (who sat black and silent), and
then pulled some bits of torn paper from his pocket, put them together,
and called Owen to stand up. Showing him the fragments of paper, he
asked, “Have you ever seen these before?”
“Yes. On Saturday, when the boys left the schoolroom, I stayed behind to
think a little over what had occurred, feeling convinced that Williams
was _not_ guilty, spite of appearances. I was standing by the empty
fire-place, when these bits of paper caught my eye. I picked them up,
and, after a great deal of trouble, fitted them together. They are
covered apparently with failures in an attempt at forgery, viz., first,
‘Gordon is a sur--’ and then a stop, as though the writer were
dissatisfied, and several of the words written over again for practice,
and then a number of r’s made in the way that Williams makes them.”
“There you may stop,” said Barker, stamping fiercely; “I did it all.”
A perfect yell of scorn and execration followed this announcement.
“What! _you_ did it, and caused all this misery, you ineffable
blackguard!” shouted Upton, grasping him with one hand, while he struck
him with the other.
“Stop!” said Avonley; “just see that he doesn’t escape, while we decide
on his punishment.”
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