Part 5 (2/2)

Perhaps he regretted for once in a way the policy of believing a boy guilty till he can prove himself innocent. Whether he did or no, it was too late to surrender it now.

”Go to your seat, Jones; I shall deal with you presently.”

I marched off, with all the blood of the Joneses tingling in my veins.

The ingenuous d.i.c.ky was left to his ordeal single-handed.

”Now, Brown,” said the doctor, ”you have heard the question, to which I mean to have an answer--and I caution you before I repeat it, to be careful--I shall know what interpretation to put on any attempt to prevaricate. Tell me, Brown, do you know anything at all of this matter, or have you grounds for suspecting any one of being concerned in it?”

d.i.c.ky shut his mouth with a snap, and looked as if he wished devoutly some one could turn a key on it and keep it so.

”Speak, sir,” said the doctor, coming down from his desk.

By one of those strange freaks of perversity which are so hard to account for, d.i.c.ky's spirits went up higher every moment, and when the doctor stood over him and repeated the question a third time, he almost, I believe, enjoyed himself. He had never imagined courage was so easy.

To his surprise Dr Plummer did not strike, but returned quietly to his desk.

”Brown,” said he, ”you may go. Tell the housekeeper to pack your box in time for the early train to-morrow.”

”What!” exclaimed poor old d.i.c.k, fairly electrified into speech; ”am I expelled, sir?”

”You will be unless you speak at once. I give you a last chance.”

d.i.c.ky looked up at the doctor, then down at the floor. I knew the struggle in his mind: the thought of his people at home, of the disgrace of being expelled, of the suspicions he would leave behind. Then I could see him steal a doubtful glance at the Dux and at me, and then pa.s.s his eye along the rows of faces eagerly waiting for his decision.

Then he held up his head, and I knew dear old d.i.c.ky was as sound as a bell. No one had the right to make him turn sneak--and no one should do it! ”I'll go and pack,” said he quietly, and turned to the door.

Neither the Dux nor I saw the last of poor d.i.c.ky Brown at Dangerfield.

We were otherwise engaged when he departed home in a four-wheeled cab in charge of Mr Ramsbottom that evening. We were, in point of fact, in durance vile ourselves, with every prospect of speedily requiring the services of two more four-wheeled cabmen on our own accounts.

The Dux's fury at d.i.c.ky's summary expulsion had been quite a surprise even to me.

”It's a shame,” he had shouted as the door closed; ”a caddish shame!”

”Who said that?” asked Dr Plummer.

”I did. I say it's a caddish shame!”

”So do I!” yelled I at the top of my voice, and quite carried away by the occasion.

This was getting very embarra.s.sing for Plummer. Perhaps he behaved in the best way open to him under the circ.u.mstances. He ignored us both, and proceeded to call up Faulkner to answer his precious questions.

Much depended on Faulkner then. If he had refused to answer, as the Dux had done, and Brown had done, and others were prepared to do, Plummer might have seen that his case was hopeless, and have given it up.

Faulkner was nothing like such a favourite with the head master as Tempest, nor had he such a following among the boys. Still, he led his party, and if he chose now to leave us in the lurch Plummer was saved and we were lost.

”I know nothing of the matter, sir,” said Faulkner, ”and I have no reason at all to suspect any one.”

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