'But, please, Mullins' this was Babcock tertius, a dear little twelve-year-old mother's darling 'I had an awful hack on the knee. I've been to the Matron about it and she gave me some iodine. I've been rubbing it in all day. I thought that would be an excuse off. 'Let's have a look at it, said the impassive Mullins. 'That's a shin-bruise about a week old. Touch your toes.