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Suppose Mr Bickers should return and find him there what a pretty situation! "Up-stairs, sir, this way," said Mrs Phillips, leading him up to the prefects' cubicles. She opened the door at the end, and ushered him into the house-captain's study.
Railsford by this time knew most of his fellow-masters to speak to, but this was the first occasion on which he had met them in their corporate capacity, and had he not been personally interested in the proceedings he would felt a pleasant curiosity in the deliberations of this august body. Mr Bickers was already there, and nodded in a most friendly way to the Master of the Shell on his arrival.
Mr Bickers having said, "Hear, hear" once, did not feel called upon to repeat it at the end of this short speech, and was, indeed, rather glad to hurry back to his own house. He had an idea that this time to-morrow he should feel considerably more comfortable. Railsford's farewell evening in his house was not destined to be a peaceful one.
"Arthur, you're either attempting a very poor joke, or you are making a most extraordinary mistake. Do you really mean to say that you believe it was I who attacked Mr Bickers?" Arthur nodded knowingly. "And that you have believed it ever since the middle of last term?"
But Mr Bickers had too keen an eye to let himself be imposed upon. He had witnessed the scene from a window in his own house, and surmising by the noise that no authority was present to deal with the disorder, had taken upon himself to look in in a friendly way and set things right. "Silence!" he cried, closing the door behind him, and walking two steps into the room. "Where is Mr Railsford?"
No, all I ask is to keep the peace with Bickers, and have nothing to do with him. He may then say anything he likes. Well, I suppose I had better go over to the doctor's now and report myself." The doctor received Railsford coldly, and required a full account of the strange adventures of the preceding night.
"I wonder what it all means?" "I heard Ponsford had been down rowing them about something this morning something some of them had been doing to Bickers, I believe." "Very likely; Bickers looked as green as a toad this morning, didn't he, Branscombe?"
Mr Bickers walked slowly into the enclosure, watched by everyone. Railsford greeted him with a nod, and then walked off to the starting- post to prepare for the next race. The prefects of the house looked another way, and Smedley was busy comparing his watch with that of monsieur. "Smedley," said Mr Bickers, "how come you to be here? You ought to be in your house."
He therefore ventured to call on Mr Bickers the following morning for a little friendly chat. His reception did not quite come up to his expectations. "So, sir," exclaimed Mr Bickers, meeting him at the door, "you have thought me a fitting subject for one of your jokes, have you? What have you to say for yourself?" Felgate looked at him in amazement. "I really don't understand," said he.
Rumour had already been active as to the feud between Mr Bickers and the Master of the Shell, and not a few of the better-informed boys had heard that it was connected with the outrage last term, and that Mr Bickers's intention was to bring that crime home, in some manner best known to himself, to Mr Railsford. The idea was generally pooh-poohed as a piece of vindictive folly.
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