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All the Bramhall prefects were there Bickerton, Kepple-Goddard, and the prosecuting counsel, Banana-Skin; and Stanley Stanley by the grace of God. "Bring the boy Doe in," ordered Stanley, "and kick that gas-bag Pennybet out. If he were a year younger we'd whack him too." No one thought himself specifically addressed, and Penny was left in possession of the floor.
To drive back the tears I called to my aid all the callousness and sulkiness which I possess. My face was the portrait of a sulky schoolboy as Stanley continued: "Now, Ray, which door did you leave the dormitory by?" "I didn't leave it." "I say," suggested Kepple-Goddard, "couldn't we send Bickerton to ask all the boys who sleep in the same dormitory whether they saw him leave it?"
Didn't that seem to you rather a lot?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Now answer the Coroner that," commanded Kepple-Goddard. "Yes," I replied. "H'm!" grunted Stanley. "How did you know where you could find your thousand lines so that you could tear them up?" "I don't know what you mean. You're bluffing now." "Hallo!" cried Banana-Skin.
Do I express myself clearly?" concluded Stanley, turning to his colleagues. "Perfectly," said Kepple-Goddard. "Well, Doe, did you grasp the drift of all I said?" "I wasn't listening." Stanley, nonplussed, looked round upon the jury. Banana-Skin muttered: "The little devil!" Bickerton from the fender sighed: "St. St. Ah, me! to think how we've swept and garnished the Gray Doe!
"Yes, tell the gentleman that," put in Kepple-Goddard, a prefect who felt that he was not playing a sufficiently imposing part and wished to have his voice heard. "A week ago last Monday," I answered. "Where did he whack you?" pursued Stanley. "On the recognised spot." "Now, don't be cheeky. In what place did he whack you?" "Why, in his class-room, of course," I retorted.
"Where do you think he'd do it? In the High Street?" As I said this I was seized with a nervous fit of giggling. "Look here, sonny," said Kepple-Goddard, rapping on the table, "you're going the right way towards getting a prefects' whacking for contempt of court." Stanley raised his hand for silence. "Why did he whack you?" "Because he couldn't get my sum right."
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