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"Please, sir," burst out this paragon of all the virtues, "I " "But it was not entirely with regard to Spiller that I wished to speak to you, sir, if you were not too busy." "Not at all, Smith, not at all. Is there anything ..." "Please, sir " began Spiller "I understand, sir," said Psmith, "that there is an Archaeological Society in the school." Mr. Outwood's eyes sparkled behind their pince-nez.
Mike turned up his coat collar, and ran back to Outwood's. "At this rate," he said to himself, "there won't be a match at all tomorrow." When the weather decides, after behaving well for some weeks, to show what it can do in another direction, it does the thing thoroughly. When Mike woke the next morning the world was gray and dripping.
Downing, a sort of high priest; under him was a captain, and under the captain a vice-captain. These two officials were those sportive allies, Stone and Robinson, of Outwood's house, who, having perceived at a very early date the gorgeous opportunities for ragging which the Brigade offered to its members, had joined young and worked their way up.
Wouldn't go so far as to say that, sir, 'cos yer see, I'm feeflee good at spottin', but it was a dark night." Mr. Downing rose to go. "Well," he said, "the search is now considerably narrowed down, considerably! It is certain that the boy was one of the boys in Mr. Outwood's house." "Young monkeys!" interjected the sergeant helpfully. "Good-afternoon, sergeant." "Good-afternoon to you, sir."
A cordial invitation to the criminal to come forward and be executed was received in wooden silence by the school, with the exception of Johnson III, of Outwood's, who, suddenly reminded of Sammy's appearance by the headmaster's words, broke into a wild screech of laughter, and was instantly awarded two hundred lines. The school filed out of the Hall to their various lunches, and Mr.
Barlow," he said, as the butler appeared, "kindly go across to Mr. Outwood's house and inform Smith that I should like to see him." "If you please, sir, Mr. Smith is waiting in the hall." "In the hall!" "Yes, sir. He arrived soon after Mr. Adair, sir, saying that he would wait, as you would probably wish to see him shortly." "H'm. Ask him to step up, Barlow." "Yes, sir."
Smith leaned against the mantelpiece in the senior day-room at Outwood's since Mike's innings against Downing's the Lost Lambs had been received as brothers by that centre of disorder, so that even Spiller was compelled to look on the hatchet as buried and gave his views on the events of the preceding night, or, rather, of that morning, for it was nearer one than twelve when peace had once more fallen on the school.
The result was that not only he himself, but also which was rather unfair his house, too, had acquired a good deal of unpopularity. The general consensus of opinion in Outwood's during the luncheon interval was that, having got Downing's up a tree, they would be fools not to make the most of the situation.
He made the strategic error of sliding rapidly down the pipe, and running. There were two gates to Mr. Outwood's front garden. The carriage drive ran in a semicircle, of which the house was the centre. It was from the right-hand gate, nearest to Mr. Downing's house, that the voice had come, and, as Mike came to the ground, he saw a stout figure galloping towards him from that direction.
"And touching," said Psmith, "the matter of noise, must this business be conducted in a subdued and sotto voce manner, or may we let ourselves go a bit here and there?" "I shouldn't think old Outwood's likely to hear you he sleeps miles away on the other side of the house. He never hears anything. We often rag half the night and nothing happens."
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