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Outwood in the general rule did not count much in the scheme of things, but possibly there were limits to the treating of him as if he did not exist. To enter his house without his permission and search it to a certain extent was all very well. But when it came to breaking up his furniture, perhaps...! On the other hand, there was the maddening thought that if he left the study in search of Mr.
"My dear Outwood," snapped the sleuth, "I thought I had made it perfectly clear. Where is the difficulty?" "I cannot understand why you should suspect Smith of keeping his shoes in a cupboard, and," added Mr. Outwood with spirit, catching sight of a good-gracious-has-the-man-no-sense look on the other's face, "Why he should not do so if he wishes it." "Exactly, sir," said Psmith, approvingly.
"I er wish to go round the dormitories." It was Psmith's guiding rule in life never to be surprised at anything, so he merely inclined his head gracefully, and said nothing. "I should be glad if you would fetch the keys and show me where the rooms are." "With acute pleasure, sir," said Psmith. "Or shall I fetch Mr. Outwood, sir?" "Do as I tell you, Smith," snapped Mr. Downing.
Outwood evidently looked upon them as among the very faithful, and kept them by his aide. Mike on these occasions was silent and jumpy, his brow "sicklied o'er with the pale cast of care." But Psmith followed his leader with the pleased and indulgent air of a father whose infant son is showing him round the garden.
Nobody would think of looking there a second time, and it was improbable that Mr. Outwood really would have the chimneys swept, as he had said. The odds were that he had forgotten about it already. Psmith went to the bathroom to wash his hands again, with the feeling that he had done a good day's work. The most massive minds are apt to forget things at times.
'I beg your pardon, ma'am, but my duty obliges me to ask you a few plain questions. A man has died at the Infirmary, in consequence of a fall, received at Outwood station, between the hours of five and six on Thursday evening, the twenty-sixth instant.
"You have touched the spot." "If I must explain again, my dear Outwood, will you kindly give me your attention for a moment. Last night a boy broke out of your house, and painted my dog Sampson red." "He painted !" said Mr. Outwood, round-eyed. "Why?" "I don't know why. At any rate, he did. During the escapade one of his boots was splashed with the paint.
But in my opinion it is foolery, nothing else." He stumped off. "Now he's cross," said Psmith, looking after him. "I'm afraid we're getting ourselves disliked here." "Good job, too." "At any rate, Comrade Outwood loves us. Let's go on and see what sort of a lunch that large-hearted fossil fancier is going to give us."
Outwood's house the idea of searching a fellow-master's house did not appear to him at all a delicate task; somehow one grew unconsciously to feel that Mr. Outwood did not really exist as a man capable of resenting liberties find the paint-splashed boot, ascertain its owner, and denounce him to the headmaster. Picture, Blue Fire and "God Save the King" by the full strength of the company.
Outwood's house the idea of searching a fellow master's house did not appear to him at all a delicate task; somehow one grew unconsciously to feel that Mr. Outwood did not really exist as a man capable of resenting liberties find the paint-splashed shoe, ascertain its owner, and denounce him to the headmaster. There could be no doubt that a paint-splashed shoe must be in Mr.
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