Boarding schools -- England -- Juvenile fiction; Schools -- Fiction; Students -- Juvenile fiction
"So do I!" yelled I at the top of my voice, and quite carried away by
the occasion.
This was getting very embarrassing for Plummer. Perhaps he behaved in
the best way open to him under the circumstances. He ignored us both,
and proceeded to call up Faulkner to answer his precious questions.
Much depended on Faulkner then. If he had refused to answer, as the Dux
had done, and Brown had done, and others were prepared to do, Plummer
might have seen that his case was hopeless, and have given it up.
Faulkner was nothing like such a favourite with the head master as
Tempest, nor had he such a following among the boys. Still, he led his
party, and if he chose now to leave us in the lurch Plummer was saved
and we were lost.
"I know nothing of the matter, sir," said Faulkner, "and I have no
reason at all to suspect any one."
It sounded a simple answer, but it was rank treason. For it was as good
as saying Plummer had a right to ask these questions, and that he,
Faulkner, would inform if he only knew who the culprit was.
After that it was evident the game, the Dux's game and mine, was up.
Boy after boy was called up and interrogated, and one by one they
followed Faulkner in his submission. A few--like Graham junior--
attempted to hold out, but broke down under pressure. A few feebly
compromised by explaining that had they known the culprit they would not
have answered; but as they did not they saw no reason for not saying so.
"It comes to this, then," said the doctor: "that out of the entire
school, three boys, and three only, are silent. The only conclusion I
can draw from their conduct is that they dare not deny that they know
something of this shameful outrage. Tempest, you are the head boy. I
have always looked on you as a credit to the school, and a good example
to your youngers. You see your present behaviour involves trouble to
others than yourself. I do not wish to be hasty in this matter, and am
willing to give you one more opportunity of answering my question. Do
you know anything of this affair, or have you any grounds for suspecting
any one of being connected with it?"
The Dux flushed with indignation, glared straight at the head master by
way of reply, and closed his lips.
"Very well, sir. Jones, I now repeat the question to you. You are a
little boy, and there is more excuse for you, as you were led astray by
the bad example of a senior. I caution you now to do as the others have
done, and give me a plain answer to a plain question. Otherwise you
must take the consequences."
I am afraid I blushed and looked far less determined than I would have
liked. But I did my best to glare back and tighten my lips like the
Dux.
"Very well. Tempest and Jones, go to my study and remain there till I
come."
We had not long to wait for our doom. The doctor was in the study
almost as soon as we.
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