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G. Wodehouse + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Head of Kay's + +Author: P. G. Wodehouse + +Release Date: November, 2004 [EBook #6877] +First Posted: February 6, 2003 +Last Updated: November 11, 2018 + + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE HEAD OF KAY'S *** + + + + +Etext produced by Suzanne L. Shell, Charles Franks and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team + +HTML file produced by David Widger + + + + +</pre> + <div style="height: 8em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + THE HEAD OF KAY'S + </h1> + <h2> + By P. G. Wodehouse + </h2> + <h3> + 1905 + </h3> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h3> + CONTENTS + </h3> + <table summary="" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto" cellpadding="4" border="3"> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> I </a> + </td> + <td> + MAINLY ABOUT FENN + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> II </a> + </td> + <td> + AN EVENING AT KAY'S + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> III </a> + </td> + <td> + THE FINAL HOUSE-MATCH + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> IV </a> + </td> + <td> + HARMONY AND DISCORD + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> V </a> + </td> + <td> + CAMP + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> VI </a> + </td> + <td> + THE RAID ON THE GUARD-TENT + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0007"> VII </a> + </td> + <td> + A CLUE + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0008"> VIII </a> + </td> + <td> + A NIGHT ADVENTURE<br />THE DETHRONEMENT OF FENN + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0009"> IX </a> + </td> + <td> + THE SENSATIONS OF AN EXILE + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0010"> X </a> + </td> + <td> + FURTHER EXPERIENCES OF AN EXILE + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0011"> XI </a> + </td> + <td> + THE SENIOR DAYROOM OPENS FIRE + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0012"> XII </a> + </td> + <td> + KENNEDY INTERVIEWS WALTON + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0013"> XIII </a> + </td> + <td> + THE FIGHT IN THE DORMITORY + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0014"> XIV </a> + </td> + <td> + FENN RECEIVES A LETTER + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0015"> XV </a> + </td> + <td> + DOWN TOWN + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0016"> XVI </a> + </td> + <td> + WHAT HAPPENED TO FENN + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0017"> XVII </a> + </td> + <td> + FENN HUNTS FOR HIMSELF + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0018"> XVIII </a> + </td> + <td> + A VAIN QUEST + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0019"> XIX </a> + </td> + <td> + THE GUILE OF WREN + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0020"> XX </a> + </td> + <td> + JIMMY THE PEACEMAKER + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0021"> XXI </a> + </td> + <td> + IN WHICH AN EPISODE IS CLOSED + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0022"> XXII </a> + </td> + <td> + KAY'S CHANGES ITS NAME + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0023"> XXIII </a> + </td> + <td> + THE HOUSE-MATCHES + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0024"> XXIV </a> + </td> + <td> + THE SPORTS + </td> + </tr> + </table> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I — MAINLY ABOUT FENN + </h2> + <p> + "When we get licked tomorrow by half-a-dozen wickets," said Jimmy Silver, + tilting his chair until the back touched the wall, "don't say I didn't + warn you. If you fellows take down what I say from time to time in + note-books, as you ought to do, you'll remember that I offered to give + anyone odds that Kay's would out us in the final. I always said that a + really hot man like Fenn was more good to a side than half-a-dozen + ordinary men. He can do all the bowling and all the batting. All the + fielding, too, in the slips." + </p> + <p> + Tea was just over at Blackburn's, and the bulk of the house had gone + across to preparation in the school buildings. The prefects, as was their + custom, lingered on to finish the meal at their leisure. These after-tea + conversations were quite an institution at Blackburn's. The labours of the + day were over, and the time for preparation for the morrow had not yet + come. It would be time to be thinking of that in another hour. Meanwhile, + a little relaxation might be enjoyed. Especially so as this was the last + day but two of the summer term, and all necessity for working after tea + had ceased with the arrival of the last lap of the examinations. + </p> + <p> + Silver was head of the house, and captain of its cricket team, which was + nearing the end of its last match, the final for the inter-house cup, and—on + paper—getting decidedly the worst of it. After riding in triumph + over the School House, Bedell's, and Mulholland's, Blackburn's had met its + next door neighbour, Kay's, in the final, and, to the surprise of the + great majority of the school, was showing up badly. The match was + affording one more example of how a team of average merit all through may + sometimes fall before a one-man side. Blackburn's had the three last men + on the list of the first eleven, Silver, Kennedy, and Challis, and at + least nine of its representatives had the reputation of being able to + knock up a useful twenty or thirty at any time. Kay's, on the other hand, + had one man, Fenn. After him the tail started. But Fenn was such an + exceptional all-round man that, as Silver had said, he was as good as + half-a-dozen of the Blackburn's team, equally formidable whether batting + or bowling—he headed the school averages at both. He was one of + those batsmen who seem to know exactly what sort of ball you are going to + bowl before it leaves your hand, and he could hit like another Jessop. As + for his bowling, he bowled left hand—always a puzzling eccentricity + to an undeveloped batsman—and could send them down very fast or very + slow, as he thought best, and it was hard to see which particular brand he + was going to serve up before it was actually in mid-air. + </p> + <p> + But it is not necessary to enlarge on his abilities. The figures against + his name in <i>Wisden</i> prove a good deal. The fact that he had steered + Kay's through into the last round of the house-matches proves still more. + It was perfectly obvious to everyone that, if only you could get Fenn out + for under ten, Kay's total for that innings would be nearer twenty than + forty. They were an appalling side. But then no house bowler had as yet + succeeded in getting Fenn out for under ten. In the six innings he had + played in the competition up to date, he had made four centuries, an + eighty, and a seventy. + </p> + <p> + Kennedy, the second prefect at Blackburn's, paused in the act of grappling + with the remnant of a pot of jam belonging to some person unknown, to + reply to Silver's remarks. + </p> + <p> + "We aren't beaten yet," he said, in his solid way. Kennedy's chief + characteristics were solidity, and an infinite capacity for taking pains. + Nothing seemed to tire or discourage him. He kept pegging away till he + arrived. The ordinary person, for instance, would have considered the + jam-pot, on which he was then engaged, an empty jam-pot. Kennedy saw that + there was still a strawberry (or it may have been a section of a + strawberry) at the extreme end, and he meant to have that coy vegetable if + he had to squeeze the pot to get at it. To take another instance, all the + afternoon of the previous day he had bowled patiently at Fenn while the + latter lifted every other ball into space. He had been taken off three + times, and at every fresh attack he had plodded on doggedly, until at + last, as he had expected, the batsman had misjudged a straight one, and he + had bowled him all over his wicket. Kennedy generally managed to get there + sooner or later. + </p> + <p> + "It's no good chucking the game up simply because we're in a tight place," + he said, bringing the spoon to the surface at last with the section of + strawberry adhering to the end of it. "That sort of thing's awfully + feeble." + </p> + <p> + "He calls me feeble!" shouted Jimmy Silver. "By James, I've put a man to + sleep for less." + </p> + <p> + It was one of his amusements to express himself from time to time in a + melodramatic fashion, sometimes accompanying his words with suitable + gestures. It was on one of these occasions—when he had assumed at a + moment's notice the <i>role</i> of the "Baffled Despot", in an argument + with Kennedy in his study on the subject of the house football team—that + he broke what Mr Blackburn considered a valuable door with a poker. Since + then he had moderated his transports. + </p> + <p> + "They've got to make seventy-nine," said Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + Challis, the other first eleven man, was reading a green scoring-book. + </p> + <p> + "I don't think Kay's ought to have the face to stick the cup up in their + dining-room," he said, "considering the little they've done to win it. If + they <i>do</i> win it, that is. Still, as they made two hundred first + innings, they ought to be able to knock off seventy-nine. But I was saying + that the pot ought to go to Fenn. Lot the rest of the team had to do with + it. Blackburn's, first innings, hundred and fifty-one; Fenn, eight for + forty-nine. Kay's, two hundred and one; Fenn, a hundred and sixty-four not + out. Second innings, Blackburn's hundred and twenty-eight; Fenn ten for + eighty. Bit thick, isn't it? I suppose that's what you'd call a one-man + team." + </p> + <p> + Williams, one of the other prefects, who had just sat down at the piano + for the purpose of playing his one tune—a cake-walk, of which, + through constant practice, he had mastered the rudiments—spoke over + his shoulder to Silver. + </p> + <p> + "I tell you what, Jimmy," he said, "you've probably lost us the pot by + getting your people to send brother Billy to Kay's. If he hadn't kept up + his wicket yesterday, Fenn wouldn't have made half as many." + </p> + <p> + When his young brother had been sent to Eckleton two terms before, Jimmy + Silver had strongly urged upon his father the necessity of placing him in + some house other than Blackburn's. He felt that a head of a house, even of + so orderly and perfect a house as Blackburn's, has enough worries without + being saddled with a small brother. And on the previous afternoon young + Billy Silver, going in eighth wicket for Kay's, had put a solid bat in + front of everything for the space of one hour, in the course of which he + made ten runs and Fenn sixty. By scoring odd numbers off the last ball of + each over, Fenn had managed to secure the majority of the bowling in the + most masterly way. + </p> + <p> + "These things will happen," said Silver, resignedly. "We Silvers, you + know, can't help making runs. Come on, Williams, let's have that tune, and + get it over." + </p> + <p> + Williams obliged. It was a classic piece called "The Coon Band Contest", + remarkable partly for a taking melody, partly for the vast possibilities + of noise which it afforded. Williams made up for his failure to do justice + to the former by a keen appreciation of the latter. He played the piece + through again, in order to correct the mistakes he had made at his first + rendering of it. Then he played it for the third time to correct a new + batch of errors. + </p> + <p> + "I should like to hear Fenn play that," said Challis. "You're awfully + good, you know, Williams, but he might do it better still." + </p> + <p> + "Get him to play it as an encore at the concert," said Williams, starting + for the fourth time. + </p> + <p> + The talented Fenn was also a musician,—not a genius at the piano, as + he was at cricket, but a sufficiently sound performer for his age, + considering that he had not made a special study of it. He was to play at + the school concert on the following day. + </p> + <p> + "I believe Fenn has an awful time at Kay's," said Jimmy Silver. "It must + be a fair sort of hole, judging from the specimens you see crawling about + in Kay caps. I wish I'd known my people were sending young Billy there. + I'd have warned them. I only told them not to sling him in here. I had no + idea they'd have picked Kay's." + </p> + <p> + "Fenn was telling me the other day," said Kennedy, "that being in Kay's + had spoiled his whole time at the school. He always wanted to come to + Blackburn's, only there wasn't room that particular term. Bad luck, wasn't + it? I don't think he found it so bad before he became head of the house. + He didn't come into contact with Kay so much. But now he finds that he + can't do a thing without Kay buzzing round and interfering." + </p> + <p> + "I wonder," said Jimmy Silver, thoughtfully, "if that's why he bowls so + fast. To work it off, you know." + </p> + <p> + In the course of a beautiful innings of fifty-three that afternoon, the + captain of Blackburn's had received two of Fenn's speediest on the same + spot just above the pad in rapid succession, and he now hobbled painfully + when he moved about. + </p> + <p> + The conversation that evening had dealt so largely with Fenn—the + whole school, indeed, was talking of nothing but his great attempt to win + the cricket cup single-handed—that Kennedy, going out into the road + for a breather before the rest of the boarders returned from preparation, + made his way to Kay's to see if Fenn was imitating his example, and taking + the air too. + </p> + <p> + He found him at Kay's gate, and they strolled towards the school buildings + together. Fenn was unusually silent. + </p> + <p> + "Well?" said Kennedy, after a minute had passed without a remark. + </p> + <p> + "Well, what?" + </p> + <p> + "What's up?" + </p> + <p> + Fenn laughed what novelists are fond of calling a mirthless laugh. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I don't know," he said; "I'm sick of this place." + </p> + <p> + Kennedy inspected his friend's face anxiously by the light of the lamp + over the school gate. There was no mistake about it. Fenn certainly did + look bad. His face always looked lean and craggy, but tonight there was a + difference. He looked used up. + </p> + <p> + "Fagged?" asked Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + "No. Sick." + </p> + <p> + "What about?" + </p> + <p> + "Everything. I wish you could come into Kay's for a bit just to see what + it's like. Then you'd understand. At present I don't suppose you've an + idea of it. I'd like to write a book on 'Kay Day by Day'. I'd have plenty + to put in it." + </p> + <p> + "What's he been doing?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, nothing out of the ordinary run. It's the fact that he's always at it + that does me. You get a houseful of—well, you know the sort of chap + the average Kayite is. They'd keep me busy even if I were allowed a free + hand. But I'm not. Whenever I try and keep order and stop things a bit, + out springs the man Kay from nowhere, and takes the job out of my hands, + makes a ghastly mess of everything, and retires purring. Once in every + three times, or thereabouts, he slangs me in front of the kids for not + keeping order. I'm glad this is the end of the term. I couldn't stand it + much longer. Hullo, here come the chaps from prep. We'd better be getting + back." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II — AN EVENING AT KAY'S + </h2> + <p> + They turned, and began to walk towards the houses. Kennedy felt miserable. + He never allowed himself to be put out, to any great extent, by his own + worries, which, indeed, had not been very numerous up to the present, but + the misfortunes of his friends always troubled him exceedingly. When + anything happened to him personally, he found the discomfort of being in a + tight place largely counterbalanced by the excitement of trying to find a + way out. But the impossibility of helping Fenn in any way depressed him. + </p> + <p> + "It must be awful," he said, breaking the silence. + </p> + <p> + "It is," said Fenn, briefly. + </p> + <p> + "But haven't the house-matches made any difference? Blackburn's always + frightfully bucked when the house does anything. You can do anything you + like with him if you lift a cup. I should have thought Kay would have been + all right when he saw you knocking up centuries, and getting into the + final, and all that sort of thing." + </p> + <p> + Fenn laughed. + </p> + <p> + "Kay!" he said. "My dear man, he doesn't <i>know</i>. I don't suppose he's + got the remotest idea that we are in the final at all, or, if he has, he + doesn't understand what being in the final means." + </p> + <p> + "But surely he'll be glad if you lick us tomorrow?" asked Kennedy. Such + indifference on the part of a house-master respecting the fortunes of his + house seemed to him, having before him the bright example of Mr Blackburn, + almost incredible. + </p> + <p> + "I don't suppose so," said Fenn. "Or, if he is, I'll bet he doesn't show + it. He's not like Blackburn. I wish he was. Here he comes, so perhaps we'd + better talk about something else." + </p> + <p> + The vanguard of the boys returning from preparation had passed them, and + they were now standing at the gate of the house. As Fenn spoke, a little, + restless-looking man in cap and gown came up. His clean-shaven face wore + an expression of extreme alertness—the sort of look a ferret wears + as he slips in at the mouth of a rabbit-hole. A doctor, called upon to sum + up Mr Kay at a glance, would probably have said that he suffered from + nerves, which would have been a perfectly correct diagnosis, though none + of the members of his house put his manners and customs down to that + cause. They considered that the methods he pursued in the management of + the house were the outcome of a naturally malignant disposition. This was, + however, not the case. There is no reason to suppose that Mr Kay did not + mean well. But there is no doubt that he was extremely fussy. And + fussiness—with the possible exceptions of homicidal mania and a + taste for arson—is quite the worst characteristic it is possible for + a house-master to possess. + </p> + <p> + He caught sight of Fenn and Kennedy at the gate, and stopped in his + stride. + </p> + <p> + "What are you doing here, Fenn?" he asked, with an abruptness which + brought a flush to the latter's face. "Why are you outside the house?" + </p> + <p> + Kennedy began to understand why it was that his friend felt so strongly on + the subject of his house-master. If this was the sort of thing that + happened every day, no wonder that there was dissension in the house of + Kay. He tried to imagine Blackburn speaking in that way to Jimmy Silver or + himself, but his imagination was unequal to the task. Between Mr Blackburn + and his prefects there existed a perfect understanding. He relied on them + to see that order was kept, and they acted accordingly. Fenn, by the + exercise of considerable self-control, had always been scrupulously polite + to Mr Kay. + </p> + <p> + "I came out to get some fresh air before lock-up, sir," he replied. + </p> + <p> + "Well, go in. Go in at once. I cannot allow you to be outside the house at + this hour. Go indoors directly." + </p> + <p> + Kennedy expected a scene, but Fenn took it quite quietly. + </p> + <p> + "Good night, Kennedy," he said. + </p> + <p> + "So long," said Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + Fenn caught his eye, and smiled painfully. Then he turned and went into + the house. + </p> + <p> + Mr Kay's zeal for reform was apparently still unsatisfied. He directed his + batteries towards Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + "Go to your house at once, Kennedy. You have no business out here at this + time." + </p> + <p> + This, thought Kennedy, was getting a bit too warm. Mr Kay might do as he + pleased with his own house, but he was hanged if he was going to trample + on <i>him</i>. + </p> + <p> + "Mr Blackburn is my house-master, sir," he said with great respect. + </p> + <p> + Mr Kay stared. + </p> + <p> + "My house-master," continued Kennedy with gusto, slightly emphasising the + first word, "knows that I always go out just before lock-up, and he has no + objection." + </p> + <p> + And, to emphasise this point, he walked towards the school buildings + again. For a moment it seemed as if Mr Kay intended to call him back, but + he thought better of it. Mr Blackburn, in normal circumstances a pacific + man, had one touchy point—his house. He resented any interference + with its management, and was in the habit of saying so. Mr Kay remembered + one painful scene in the Masters' Common Room, when he had ventured to let + fall a few well-meant hints as to how a house should be ruled. Really, he + had thought Blackburn would have choked. Better, perhaps, to leave him to + look after his own affairs. + </p> + <p> + So Mr Kay followed Fenn indoors, and Kennedy, having watched him vanish, + made his way to Blackburn's. + </p> + <p> + Quietly as Fenn had taken the incident at the gate, it nevertheless + rankled. He read prayers that night in a distinctly unprayerful mood. It + seemed to him that it would be lucky if he could get through to the end of + the term before Mr Kay applied that last straw which does not break the + backs of camels only. Eight weeks' holiday, with plenty of cricket, would + brace him up for another term. And he had been invited to play for the + county against Middlesex four days after the holidays began. That should + have been a soothing thought. But it really seemed to make matters worse. + It was hard that a man who on Monday would be bowling against Warner and + Beldam, or standing up to Trott and Hearne, should on the preceding + Tuesday be sent indoors like a naughty child by a man who stood + five-feet-one in his boots, and was devoid of any sort of merit whatever. + </p> + <p> + It seemed to him that it would help him to sleep peacefully that night if + he worked off a little of his just indignation upon somebody. There was a + noise going on in the fags' room. There always was at Kay's. It was not a + particularly noisy noise—considering; but it had better be stopped. + Badly as Kay had treated him, he remembered that he was head of the house, + and as such it behoved him to keep order in the house. + </p> + <p> + He went downstairs, and, on arriving on the scene of action, found that + the fags were engaged upon spirited festivities, partly in honour of the + near approach of the summer holidays, partly because—miracles barred—the + house was going on the morrow to lift the cricket-cup. There were a good + many books flying about, and not a few slippers. There was a confused mass + rolling in combat on the floor, and the table was occupied by a + scarlet-faced individual, who passed the time by kicking violently at + certain hands, which were endeavouring to drag him from his post, and + shrieking frenzied abuse at the owners of the said hands. It was an + animated scene, and to a deaf man might have been most enjoyable. + </p> + <p> + Fenn's appearance was the signal for a temporary suspension of + hostilities. + </p> + <p> + "What the dickens is all this row about?" he inquired. + </p> + <p> + No one seemed ready at the moment with a concise explanation. There was an + awkward silence. One or two of the weaker spirits even went so far as to + sit down and begin to read. All would have been well but for a bright idea + which struck some undiscovered youth at the back of the room. + </p> + <p> + "Three cheers for Fenn!" observed this genial spirit, in no uncertain + voice. + </p> + <p> + The idea caught on. It was just what was wanted to give a finish to the + evening's festivities. Fenn had done well by the house. He had scored four + centuries and an eighty, and was going to knock off the runs against + Blackburn's tomorrow off his own bat. Also, he had taken eighteen wickets + in the final house-match. Obviously Fenn was a person deserving of all + encouragement. It would be a pity to let him think that his effort had + passed unnoticed by the fags' room. Happy thought! Three cheers and one + more, and then "He's a jolly good fellow", to wind up with. + </p> + <p> + It was while those familiar words, "It's a way we have in the public + scho-o-o-o-l-s", were echoing through the room in various keys, that a + small and energetic form brushed past Fenn as he stood in the doorway, + vainly trying to stop the fags' choral efforts. + </p> + <p> + It was Mr Kay. + </p> + <p> + The singing ceased gradually, very gradually. It was some time before Mr + Kay could make himself heard. But after a couple of minutes there was a + lull, and the house-master's address began to be audible. + </p> + <p> + "... unendurable noise. What is the meaning of it? I will not have it. Do + you hear? It is disgraceful. Every boy in this room will write me two + hundred lines by tomorrow evening. It is abominable, Fenn." He wheeled + round towards the head of the house. "Fenn, I am surprised at you standing + here and allowing such a disgraceful disturbance to go on. Really, if you + cannot keep order better—It is disgraceful, disgraceful." + </p> + <p> + Mr Kay shot out of the room. Fenn followed in his wake, and the procession + made its way to the house-masters' study. It had been a near thing, but + the last straw had arrived before the holidays. + </p> + <p> + Mr Kay wheeled round as he reached his study door. + </p> + <p> + "Well, Fenn?" + </p> + <p> + Fenn said nothing. + </p> + <p> + "Have you anything you wish to say, Fenn?" + </p> + <p> + "I thought you might have something to say to me, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I do not understand you, Fenn." + </p> + <p> + "I thought you might wish to apologise for slanging me in front of the + fags." + </p> + <p> + It is wonderful what a difference the last straw will make in one's + demeanour to a person. + </p> + <p> + "Apologise! I think you forget whom it is you are speaking to." + </p> + <p> + When a master makes this well-worn remark, the wise youth realises that + the time has come to close the conversation. All Fenn's prudence, however, + had gone to the four winds. + </p> + <p> + "If you wanted to tell me I was not fit to be head of the house, you + needn't have done it before a roomful of fags. How do you think I can keep + order in the house if you do that sort of thing?" + </p> + <p> + Mr Kay overcame his impulse to end the interview abruptly in order to put + in a thrust. + </p> + <p> + "You do not keep order in the house, Fenn," he said, acidly. + </p> + <p> + "I do when I am not interfered with." + </p> + <p> + "You will be good enough to say 'sir' when you speak to me, Fenn," said Mr + Kay, thereby scoring another point. In the stress of the moment, Fenn had + not noticed the omission. + </p> + <p> + He was silenced. And before he could recover himself, Mr Kay was in his + study, and there was a closed, forbidding door between them. + </p> + <p> + And as he stared at it, it began slowly to dawn upon Fenn that he had not + shown up to advantage in the recent interview. In a word, he had made a + fool of himself. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III — THE FINAL HOUSE-MATCH + </h2> + <p> + Blackburn's took the field at three punctually on the following afternoon, + to play out the last act of the final house-match. They were not without + some small hope of victory, for curious things happen at cricket, + especially in the fourth innings of a match. And runs are admitted to be + easier saved than made. Yet seventy-nine seemed an absurdly small score to + try and dismiss a team for, and in view of the fact that that team + contained a batsman like Fenn, it seemed smaller still. But Jimmy Silver, + resolutely as he had declared victory impossible to his intimate friends, + was not the man to depress his team by letting it become generally known + that he considered Blackburn's chances small. + </p> + <p> + "You must work like niggers in the field," he said; "don't give away a + run. Seventy-nine isn't much to make, but if we get Fenn out for a few, + they won't come near it." + </p> + <p> + He did not add that in his opinion Fenn would take very good care that he + did not get out for a few. It was far more likely that he would make that + seventy-nine off his own bat in a dozen overs. + </p> + <p> + "You'd better begin, Kennedy," he continued, "from the top end. Place your + men where you want 'em. I should have an extra man in the deep, if I were + you. That's where Fenn kept putting them last innings. And you'll want a + short leg, only for goodness sake keep them off the leg-side if you can. + It's a safe four to Fenn every time if you don't. Look out, you chaps. Man + in." + </p> + <p> + Kay's first pair were coming down the pavilion steps. + </p> + <p> + Challis, going to his place at short slip, called Silver's attention to a + remarkable fact. + </p> + <p> + "Hullo," he said, "why isn't Fenn coming in first?" + </p> + <p> + "What! By Jove, nor he is. That's queer. All the better for us. You might + get a bit finer, Challis, in case they snick 'em." + </p> + <p> + Wayburn, who had accompanied Fenn to the wicket at the beginning of Kay's + first innings, had now for his partner one Walton, a large, + unpleasant-looking youth, said to be a bit of a bruiser, and known to be a + black sheep. He was one of those who made life at Kay's so close an + imitation of an Inferno. His cricket was of a rustic order. He hit hard + and high. When allowed to do so, he hit often. But, as a rule, he left + early, a prey to the slips or deep fields. Today was no exception to that + rule. + </p> + <p> + Kennedy's first ball was straight and medium-paced. It was a little too + short, however, and Walton, letting go at it with a semi-circular sweep + like the drive of a golfer, sent it soaring over mid-on's head and over + the boundary. Cheers from the pavilion. + </p> + <p> + Kennedy bowled his second ball with the same purposeful air, and Walton + swept at it as before. There was a click, and Jimmy Silver, who was + keeping wicket, took the ball comfortably on a level with his chin. + </p> + <p> + "How's that?" + </p> + <p> + The umpire's hand went up, and Walton went out—reluctantly, + murmuring legends of how he had not gone within a yard of the thing. + </p> + <p> + It was only when the next batsman who emerged from the pavilion turned out + to be his young brother and not Fenn, that Silver began to see that + something was wrong. It was conceivable that Fenn might have chosen to go + in first wicket down instead of opening the batting, but not that he + should go in second wicket. If Kay's were to win it was essential that he + should begin to bat as soon as possible. Otherwise there might be no time + for him to knock off the runs. However good a batsman is, he can do little + if no one can stay with him. + </p> + <p> + There was no time to question the newcomer. He must control his curiosity + until the fall of the next wicket. + </p> + <p> + "Man in," he said. + </p> + <p> + Billy Silver was in many ways a miniature edition of his brother, and he + carried the resemblance into his batting. The head of Blackburn's was + stylish, and took no risks. His brother had not yet developed a style, but + he was very settled in his mind on the subject of risks. There was no + tempting him with half-volleys and long-hops. His motto was defence, not + defiance. He placed a straight bat in the path of every ball, and seemed + to consider his duty done if he stopped it. + </p> + <p> + The remainder of the over was, therefore, quiet. Billy played Kennedy's + fastest like a book, and left the more tempting ones alone. + </p> + <p> + Challis's first over realised a single, Wayburn snicking him to leg. The + first ball of Kennedy's second over saw him caught at the wicket, as + Walton had been. + </p> + <p> + "Every <i>time</i> a coconut," said Jimmy Silver complacently, as he + walked to the other end. "We're a powerful combination, Kennedy. Where's + Fenn? Does anybody know? Why doesn't he come in?" + </p> + <p> + Billy Silver, seated on the grass by the side of the crease, fastening the + top strap of one of his pads, gave tongue with the eagerness of the + well-informed man. + </p> + <p> + "What, don't you know?" he said. "Why, there's been an awful row. Fenn + won't be able to play till four o'clock. I believe he and Kay had a row + last night, and he cheeked Kay, and the old man's given him a sort of + extra. I saw him going over to the School House, and I heard him tell + Wayburn that he wouldn't be able to play till four." + </p> + <p> + The effect produced by this communication would be most fittingly + expressed by the word "sensation" in brackets. It came as a complete + surprise to everyone. It seemed to knock the bottom out of the whole + match. Without Fenn the thing would be a farce. Kay's would have no + chance. + </p> + <p> + "What a worm that man is," said Kennedy. "Do you know, I had a sort of + idea Fenn wouldn't last out much longer. Kay's been ragging him all the + term. I went round to see him last night, and Kay behaved like a bounder + then. I expect Fenn had it out with him when they got indoors. What a + beastly shame, though." + </p> + <p> + "Beastly," agreed Jimmy Silver. "Still, it can't be helped. The sins of + the house-master are visited on the house. I'm afraid it will be our + painful duty to wipe the floor with Kay's this day. Speaking at a venture, + I should say that we have got them where the hair's short. Yea. Even on + toast, if I may be allowed to use the expression. Who is this coming forth + now? Curtis, or me old eyes deceive me. And is not Curtis's record score + three, marred by ten chances? Indeed yes. A fastish yorker should settle + Curtis's young hash. Try one." + </p> + <p> + Kennedy followed the recipe. A ball later the middle and leg stumps were + lying in picturesque attitudes some yards behind the crease, and Curtis + was beginning that "sad, unending walk to the pavilion", thinking, with + the poet, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "Thou wast not made to play, infernal ball!" +</pre> + <p> + Blackburn's non-combatants, dotted round the boundary, shrieked their + applause. Three wickets had fallen for five runs, and life was worth + living. Kay's were silent and gloomy. + </p> + <p> + Billy Silver continued to occupy one end in an immovable manner, but at + the other there was no monotony. Man after man came in, padded and gloved, + and looking capable of mighty things. They took guard, patted the ground + lustily, as if to make it plain that they were going to stand no nonsense, + settled their caps over their eyes, and prepared to receive the ball. When + it came it usually took a stump or two with it before it stopped. It was a + procession such as the school grounds had not often seen. As the tenth man + walked from the pavilion, four sounded from the clock over the Great Hall, + and five minutes later the weary eyes of the supporters of Kay's were + refreshed by the sight of Fenn making his way to the arena from the + direction of the School House. + </p> + <p> + Just as he arrived on the scene, Billy Silver's defence broke down. One of + Challis's slows, which he had left alone with the idea that it was going + to break away to the off, came in quickly instead, and removed a bail. + Billy Silver had only made eight; but, as the full score, including one + bye, was only eighteen, this was above the average, and deserved the + applause it received. + </p> + <p> + Fenn came in in the unusual position of eleventh man, with an expression + on his face that seemed to suggest that he meant business. He was + curiously garbed. Owing to the shortness of the interval allowed him for + changing, he had only managed to extend his cricket costume as far as + white buckskin boots. He wore no pads or gloves. But even in the face of + these sartorial deficiencies, he looked like a cricketer. The field spread + out respectfully, and Jimmy Silver moved a man from the slips into the + country. + </p> + <p> + There were three more balls of Challis's over, for Billy Silver's collapse + had occurred at the third delivery. Fenn mistimed the first. Two hours' + writing indoors does not improve the eye. The ball missed the leg stump by + an inch. + </p> + <p> + About the fifth ball he made no mistake. He got the full face of the bat + to it, and it hummed past coverpoint to the boundary. The last of the over + he put to leg for three. + </p> + <p> + A remarkable last-wicket partnership now took place, remarkable not so + much for tall scoring as for the fact that one of the partners did not + receive a single ball from beginning to end of it, with the exception of + the one that bowled him. Fenn seemed to be able to do what he pleased with + the bowling. Kennedy he played with a shade more respect than the others, + but he never failed to score a three or a single off the last ball of each + of his overs. The figures on the telegraph-board rose from twenty to + thirty, from thirty to forty, from forty to fifty. Williams went on at the + lower end instead of Challis, and Fenn made twelve off his first over. The + pavilion was filled with howling enthusiasts, who cheered every hit in a + frenzy. + </p> + <p> + Jimmy Silver began to look worried. He held a hasty consultation with + Kennedy. The telegraph-board now showed the figures 60—9—8. + </p> + <p> + "This won't do," said Silver. "It would be too foul to get licked after + having nine of them out for eighteen. Can't you manage to keep Fenn from + scoring odd figures off the last ball of your over? If only that kid at + the other end would get some of the bowling, we should do it." + </p> + <p> + "I'll try," said Kennedy, and walked back to begin his over. + </p> + <p> + Fenn reached his fifty off the third ball. Seventy went up on the board. + Ten more and Kay's would have the cup. The fourth ball was too good to + hit. Fenn let it pass. The fifth he drove to the on. It was a big hit, but + there was a fieldsman in the neighbourhood. Still, it was an easy two. But + to Kennedy's surprise Fenn sent his partner back after they had run a + single. Even the umpire was surprised. Fenn's policy was so obvious that + it was strange to see him thus deliberately allow his partner to take a + ball. + </p> + <p> + "That's not over, you know, Fenn," said the umpire—Lang, of the + School House, a member of the first eleven. + </p> + <p> + Fenn looked annoyed. He had miscounted the balls, and now his partner, who + had no pretensions to be considered a bat, would have to face Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + That mistake lost Kay's the match. + </p> + <p> + Impossible as he had found it to defeat Fenn, Kennedy had never lost his + head or his length. He was bowling fully as well as he had done at the + beginning of the innings. + </p> + <p> + The last ball of the over beat the batsman all the way. He scooped blindly + forward, missed it by a foot, and the next moment the off stump lay flat. + Blackburn's had won by seven runs. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV — HARMONY AND DISCORD + </h2> + <p> + What might be described as a mixed reception awaited the players as they + left the field. The pavilion and the parts about the pavilion rails were + always packed on the last day of a final house-match, and even in normal + circumstances there was apt to be a little sparring between the juniors of + the two houses which had been playing for the cup. In the present case, + therefore, it was not surprising that Kay's fags took the defeat badly. + The thought that Fenn's presence at the beginning of the innings, instead + of at the end, would have made all the difference between a loss and a + victory, maddened them. The crowd that seethed in front of the pavilion + was a turbulent one. + </p> + <p> + For a time the operation of chairing Fenn up the steps occupied the active + minds of the Kayites. When he had disappeared into the first eleven room, + they turned their attention in other directions. Caustic and + uncomplimentary remarks began to fly to and fro between the + representatives of Kay's and Blackburn's. It is not known who actually + administered the first blow. But, when Fenn came out of the pavilion with + Kennedy and Silver, he found a stirring battle in progress. The members of + the other houses who had come to look on at the match stood in knots, and + gazed with approval at the efforts of Kay's and Blackburn's juniors to + wipe each other off the face of the earth. The air was full of shrill + battle-cries, varied now and then by a smack or a thud, as some young but + strenuous fist found a billet. The fortune of war seemed to be distributed + equally so far, and the combatants were just warming to their work. + </p> + <p> + "Look here," said Kennedy, "we ought to stop this." + </p> + <p> + "What's the good," said Fenn, without interest. "It pleases them, and + doesn't hurt anybody else." + </p> + <p> + "All the same," observed Jimmy Silver, moving towards the nearest group of + combatants, "free fights aren't quite the thing, somehow. For, children, + you should never let your angry passions rise; your little hands were + never made to tear each other's eyes. Dr Watts' <i>Advice to Young + Pugilists</i>. Drop it, you little beasts." + </p> + <p> + He separated two heated youths who were just beginning a fourth round. The + rest of the warriors, seeing Silver and the others, called a truce, and + Silver, having read a sort of Riot Act, moved on. The juniors of the + beaten house, deciding that it would be better not to resume hostilities, + consoled themselves by giving three groans for Mr Kay. + </p> + <p> + "What happened after I left you last night, Fenn?" asked Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I had one of my usual rows with Kay, only rather worse than usual. I + said one or two things he didn't like, and today the old man sent for me + and told me to come to his room from two till four. Kay had run me in for + being 'grossly rude'. Listen to those kids. What a row they're making!" + </p> + <p> + "It's a beastly shame," said Kennedy despondently. + </p> + <p> + At the school shop Morrell, of Mulholland's, met them. He had been + spending the afternoon with a rug and a novel on the hills at the back of + the school, and he wanted to know how the final house-match had gone. + Blackburn's had beaten Mulholland's in one of the early rounds. Kennedy + explained what had happened. + </p> + <p> + "We should have lost if Fenn had turned up earlier," he said. "He had a + row with Kay, and Kay gave him a sort of extra between two and four." + </p> + <p> + Fenn, busily occupied with an ice, added no comment of his own to this + plain tale. + </p> + <p> + "Rough luck," said Morrell. "What's all that row out in the field?" + </p> + <p> + "That's Kay's kids giving three groans for Kay," explained Silver. "At + least, they started with the idea of giving three groans. They've got up + to about three hundred by this time. It seems to have fascinated them. + They won't leave off. There's no school rule against groaning in the + grounds, and they mean to groan till the end of the term. Personally, I + like the sound. But then, I'm fond of music." + </p> + <p> + Morrell's face beamed with sudden pleasure. "I knew there was something I + wanted to tell you," he said, "only I couldn't remember what. Your saying + you're fond of music reminds me. Mulholland's crocked himself, and won't + be able to turn out for the concert." + </p> + <p> + "What!" cried Kennedy. "How did it happen? What's he done?" + </p> + <p> + Mr Mulholland was the master who looked after the music of the school, a + fine cricketer and keen sportsman. Had nothing gone wrong, he would have + conducted at the concert that night. + </p> + <p> + "I heard it from the matron at our place," said Morrell. "She's full of + it. Mulholland was batting at the middle net, and somebody else—I + forget who—was at the one next to it on the right. The bowler sent + down a long-hop to leg, and this Johnny had a smack at it, and sent it + slap through the net, and it got Mulholland on the side of the head. He + was stunned for a bit, but he's getting all right again now. But he won't + be able to conduct tonight. Rather bad luck on the man, especially as he's + so keen on the concert." + </p> + <p> + "Who's going to sub for him?" asked Silver. "Perhaps they'll scratch the + show," suggested Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, no," said Morrell, "it's all right. Kay is going to conduct. He's + often done it at choir practices when Mulholland couldn't turn up." + </p> + <p> + Fenn put down his empty saucer with an emphatic crack on the counter. + </p> + <p> + "If Kay's going to run the show, I'm hanged if I turn up," he said. + </p> + <p> + "My dear chap, you can't get out of it now," said Kennedy anxiously. He + did not want to see Fenn plunging into any more strife with the + authorities this term. + </p> + <p> + "Think of the crowned heads who are coming to hear you," pleaded Jimmy + Silver. "Think of the nobility and gentry. Think of me. You must play." + </p> + <p> + "Ah, there you are, Fenn." + </p> + <p> + Mr Kay had bustled in in his energetic way. + </p> + <p> + Fenn said nothing. He <i>was</i> there. It was idle to deny it. + </p> + <p> + "I thought I should find you here. Yes, I wanted to see you about the + concert tonight. Mr Mulholland has met with an unfortunate accident, and I + am looking after the entertainment in his place. Come with me and play + over your piece. I should like to see that you are perfect in it. Dear me, + dear me, what a noise those boys are making. Why <i>are</i> they behaving + in that extraordinary way, I wonder!" + </p> + <p> + Kay's juniors had left the pavilion, and were trooping back to their + house. At the present moment they were passing the school shop, and their + tuneful voices floated in through the open window. + </p> + <p> + "This is very unusual. Why, they seem to be boys in my house. They are + groaning." + </p> + <p> + "I think they are a little upset at the result of the match, sir," said + Jimmy Silver suavely. "Fenn did not arrive, for some reason, till the end + of the innings, so Mr Blackburn's won. The wicket was good, but a little + fiery." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, Silver," replied Mr Kay with asperity. "When I require + explanations I will ask for them." + </p> + <p> + He darted out of the shop, and a moment later they heard him pouring out a + flood of recriminations on the groaning fags. + </p> + <p> + "There was <i>once</i> a man who snubbed me," said Jimmy Silver. "They + buried him at Brookwood. Well, what are you going to do, Fenn? Going to + play tonight? Harkee, boy. Say but the word, and I will beard this tyrant + to his face." + </p> + <p> + Fenn rose. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," he said briefly, "I shall play. You'd better turn up. I think + you'll enjoy it." + </p> + <p> + Silver said that no human power should keep him away. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + The School concert was always one of the events of the summer term. There + was a concert at the end of the winter term, too, but it was not so + important. To a great many of those present the summer concert marked, as + it were, the last flutter of their school life. On the morrow they would + be Old Boys, and it behoved them to extract as much enjoyment from the + function as they could. Under Mr Mullholland's rule the concert had become + a very flourishing institution. He aimed at a high standard, and reached + it. There was more than a touch of the austere about the music. A glance + at the programme was enough to show the lover of airs of the trashy, + clashy order that this was no place for him. Most of the items were + serious. When it was thought necessary to introduce a lighter touch, some + staidly rollicking number was inserted, some song that was saved—in + spite of a catchy tune—by a halo of antiquity. Anything modern was + taboo, unless it were the work of Gotsuchakoff, Thingummyowsky, or some + other eminent foreigner. Foreign origin made it just possible. + </p> + <p> + The school prefects lurked during the performance at the doors and at the + foot of the broad stone steps that led to the Great Hall. It was their + duty to supply visitors with programmes. + </p> + <p> + Jimmy Silver had foregathered with Kennedy, Challis, and Williams at the + junior door. The hall was full now, and their labours consequently at an + end. + </p> + <p> + "Pretty good 'gate'," said Silver, looking in through the open door. "It + must be warm up in the gallery." + </p> + <p> + Across the further end of the hall a dais had been erected. On this the + bulk of the school sat, leaving the body of the hall to the crowned heads, + nobility, and gentry to whom Silver had referred in his conversation with + Fenn. + </p> + <p> + "It always is warm in the gallery," said Challis. "I lost about two stone + there every concert when I was a kid. We simply used to sit and melt." + </p> + <p> + "And I tell you what," broke in Silver, "it's going to get warmer before + the end of the show. Do you notice that all Kay's house are sitting in a + lump at the back. I bet they're simply spoiling for a row. Especially now + Kay's running the concert. There's going to be a hot time in the old town + tonight—you see if there isn't. Hark at 'em." + </p> + <p> + The choir had just come to the end of a little thing of Handel's. There + was no reason to suppose that the gallery appreciated Handel. + Nevertheless, they were making a deafening noise. Clouds of dust rose from + the rhythmical stamping of many feet. The noise was loudest and the dust + thickest by the big window, beneath which sat the men from Kay's. Things + were warming up. + </p> + <p> + The gallery, with one last stamp which nearly caused the dais to collapse, + quieted down. The masters in the audience looked serious. One or two of + the visitors glanced over their shoulders with a smile. How excited the + dear boys were at the prospect of holidays! Young blood! Young blood! Boys + <i>would</i> be boys. + </p> + <p> + The concert continued. Half-way through the programme there was a ten + minutes' interval. Fenn's pianoforte solo was the second item of the + second half. + </p> + <p> + He mounted the platform amidst howls of delight from the gallery. Applause + at the Eckleton concerts was granted more for services in the + playing-fields than merit as a musician. Kubelik or Paderewski would have + been welcomed with a few polite handclaps. A man in the eleven or fifteen + was certain of two minutes' unceasing cheers. + </p> + <p> + "Evidently one of their heroes, my dear," said Paterfamilias to + Materfamilias. "I suppose he has won a scholarship at the University." + </p> + <p> + Paterfamilias' mind was accustomed to run somewhat upon scholarships at + the University. What the school wanted was a batting average of forty odd + or a bowling analysis in single figures. + </p> + <p> + Fenn played the "Moonlight Sonata". A trained musical critic would + probably have found much to cavil at in his rendering of the piece, but it + was undoubtedly good for a public school player. Of course he was encored. + The gallery would have encored him if he had played with one finger, three + mistakes to every bar. + </p> + <p> + "I told Fenn," said Jimmy Silver, "if he got an encore, that he ought to + play the—My aunt! <i>He is!</i>" + </p> + <p> + Three runs and half-a-dozen crashes, and there was no further room for + doubt. Fenn was playing the "Coon Band Contest". + </p> + <p> + "He's gone mad," gasped Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + Whether he had or not, it is certain that the gallery had. All the evening + they had been stewing in an atmosphere like that of the inner room of a + Turkish bath, and they were ready for anything. It needed but a trifle to + set them off. The lilt of that unspeakable Yankee melody supplied that + trifle. Kay's malcontents, huddled in their seats by the window, were the + first to break out. Feet began to stamp in time to the music—softly + at first, then more loudly. The wooden dais gave out the sound like a + drum. + </p> + <p> + Other rioters joined in from the right. The noise spread through the + gallery as a fire spreads through gorse. Soon three hundred pairs of + well-shod feet were rising and falling. Somebody began to whistle. + Everybody whistled. Mr Kay was on his feet, gesticulating wildly. His + words were lost in the uproar. + </p> + <p> + For five minutes the din prevailed. Then, with a final crash, Fenn + finished. He got up from the music-stool, bowed, and walked back to his + place by the senior door. The musical efforts of the gallery changed to a + storm of cheering and clapping. + </p> + <p> + The choir rose to begin the next piece. + </p> + <p> + Still the noise continued. + </p> + <p> + People began to leave the Hall—in ones and twos first, then in a + steady stream which blocked the doorways. It was plain to the dullest + intelligence that if there was going to be any more concert, it would have + to be performed in dumb show. Mr Kay flung down his baton. + </p> + <p> + The visitors had left by now, and the gallery was beginning to follow + their example, howling as it went. + </p> + <p> + "Well," said Jimmy Silver cheerfully, as he went with Kennedy down the + steps, "I <i>think</i> we may call that a record. By my halidom, there'll + be a row about this later on." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + V — CAMP + </h2> + <p> + With the best intentions in the world, however, a headmaster cannot make a + row about a thing unless he is given a reasonable amount of time to make + it in. The concert being on the last evening of term, there was only a + single morning before the summer holidays, and that morning was occupied + with the prize-giving. The school assembled at ten o'clock with a shadowy + hope that this prize-day would be more exciting than the general run of + prize-days, but they were disappointed. The function passed off without + sensation. The headmaster did not denounce the school in an impassioned + speech from the dais. He did not refer to the events of the previous + evening. At the same time, his demeanour was far from jovial. It lacked + that rollicking bonhomie which we like to see in headmasters on prize-day. + It was evident to the most casual observer that the affair was not closed. + The school would have to pay the bill sooner or later. But eight weeks + would elapse before the day of reckoning, which was a comforting thought. + </p> + <p> + The last prize was handed over to its rightful owner. The last and dullest + vote of thanks had been proposed by the last and dullest member of the + board of governors. The Bishop of Rumtifoo (who had been selected this + year to distribute the prizes) had worked off his seventy minutes' speech + (inaudible, of course, as usual), and was feeling much easier. The term + had been formally declared at an end, and those members of the school + corps who were going to camp were beginning to assemble in front of the + buildings. + </p> + <p> + "I wonder why it always takes about three hours to get us off to the + station," said Jimmy Silver. "I've been to camp two years now, and there's + always been this rotting about in the grounds before we start. Nobody's + likely to turn up to inspect us for the next hour or so. If any gent cares + to put in a modest ginger-beer at the shop, I'm with him." + </p> + <p> + "I don't see why we shouldn't," said Kennedy. He had seen Fenn go into the + shop, and wished to talk to him. He had not seen him after the concert, + and he thought it would be interesting to know how Kay had taken it, and + what his comments had been on meeting Fenn in the house that night. + </p> + <p> + Fenn had not much to say. + </p> + <p> + "He was rather worried," he said, grinning as if the recollection of the + interview amused him. "But he couldn't do anything. Of course, there'll be + a row next term, but it can't be helped." + </p> + <p> + "If I were you," said Silver, "I should point out to them that you'd a + perfect right to play what you liked for an encore. How were you to know + the gallery would go off like that? You aren't responsible for them. + Hullo, there's that bugle. Things seem to be on the move. We must go." + </p> + <p> + "So long," said Fenn. + </p> + <p> + "Goodbye. Mind you come off against Middlesex." + </p> + <p> + Kennedy stayed for a moment. + </p> + <p> + "Has the Old Man said anything to you yet?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Not yet. He'll do that next term. It'll be something to look forward to." + </p> + <p> + Kennedy hurried off to take his place in the ranks. + </p> + <p> + Getting to camp at the end of the summer term is always a nuisance. + Aldershot seems a long way from everywhere, and the trains take their time + over the journey. Then, again, the heat always happens to be particularly + oppressive on that day. Snow may have fallen on the day before, but + directly one sets out for camp, the thermometer goes up into three + figures. The Eckleton contingent marched into the lines damp and very + thirsty. + </p> + <p> + Most of the other schools were already on the spot, and looked as if they + had been spending the last few years there. There was nothing particular + going on when the Eckleton warriors arrived, and everybody was lounging + about in khaki and shirt-sleeves, looking exasperatingly cool. The only + consolation which buoyed up the spirits of Eckleton was the reflection + that in a short space of time, when the important-looking gentleman in + uniform who had come to meet them had said all he wanted to say on the + subject of rules and regulations, they would be like that too. Happy + thought! If the man bucked up and cut short the peroration, there would be + time for a bathe in Cove Reservoir. Those of the corps who had been to + camp in previous years felt quite limp with the joy of the thought. Why + couldn't he get through with it, and give a fellow a chance of getting + cool again? + </p> + <p> + The gist of the oration was apparently that the Eckleton cadets were to + consider themselves not only as soldiers—and as such subject to + military discipline, and the rules for the conduct of troops quartered in + the Aldershot district—but also as members of a public school. In + short, that if they misbehaved themselves they would get cells, and a + hundred lines in the same breath, as it were. + </p> + <p> + The corps knew all this ages ago. The man seemed to think he was telling + them something fresh. They began positively to dislike him after a while. + </p> + <p> + He finished at last. Eckleton marched off wearily, but in style, to its + lines. + </p> + <p> + "Dis-miss!" + </p> + <p> + They did. + </p> + <p> + "And about time, too," said Jimmy Silver. "I wish they would tie that man + up, or something. He's one of the worst bores I know. He may be full of + bright conversation in private life, but in public he will talk about his + beastly military regulations. You can't stop him. It's a perfect mania + with him. Now, I believe—that's to say, I have a sort of dim idea—that + there's a place round about here called a canteen. I seem to remember such + a thing vaguely. We might go and look for it." + </p> + <p> + Kennedy made no objection. + </p> + <p> + This was his first appearance at camp. Jimmy Silver, on the other hand, + was a veteran. He had been there twice before, and meant to go again. He + had a peculiar and extensive knowledge of the ins and outs of the place. + Kennedy was quite willing to take him as his guide. He was full of + information. Kennedy was surprised to see what a number of men from the + other schools he seemed to know. In the canteen there were, amongst + others, a Carthusian, two Tonbridge men, and a Haileyburian. They all + greeted Silver with the warmth of old friends. + </p> + <p> + "You get to know a lot of fellows in camp," explained Jimmy, as they + strolled back to the Eckleton lines. "That's the best of the place. Camp's + the best place on earth, if only you have decent weather. See that chap + over there? He came here last year. He'd never been before, and one of the + things he didn't know was that Cove Reservoir's only about three feet deep + round the sides. He took a running dive, and almost buried himself in the + mud. It's about two feet deep. He told me afterwards he swallowed pounds + of it. Rather bad luck. Somebody ought to have told him. You can't do much + diving here." + </p> + <p> + "Glad you mentioned it," said Kennedy. "I should have dived myself if you + hadn't." + </p> + <p> + Many other curious and diverting facts did the expert drag from the bonded + warehouse of his knowledge. Nothing changes at camp. Once get to know the + ropes, and you know them for all time. + </p> + <p> + "The one thing I bar," he said, "is having to get up at half-past five. + And one day in the week, when there's a divisional field-day, it's + half-past four. It's hardly worth while going to sleep at all. Still, it + isn't so bad as it used to be. The first year I came to camp we used to + have to do a three hours' field-day before brekker. We used to have coffee + before it, and nothing else till it was over. By Jove, you felt you'd had + enough of it before you got back. This is Laffan's Plain. The worst of + Laffan's Plain is that you get to know it too well. You get jolly sick of + always starting on field-days from the same place, and marching across the + same bit of ground. Still, I suppose they can't alter the scenery for our + benefit. See that man there? He won the sabres at Aldershot last year. + That chap with him is in the Clifton footer team." + </p> + <p> + When a school corps goes to camp, it lives in a number of tents, and, as a + rule, each house collects in a tent of its own. Blackburn's had a tent, + and further down the line Kay's had assembled. The Kay contingent were + under Wayburn, a good sort, as far as he himself was concerned, but too + weak to handle a mob like Kay's. Wayburn was not coming back after the + holidays, a fact which perhaps still further weakened his hold on the + Kayites. They had nothing to fear from him next term. + </p> + <p> + Kay's was represented at camp by a dozen or so of its members, of whom + young Billy Silver alone had any pretensions to the esteem of his fellow + man. Kay's was the rowdiest house in the school, and the cream of its + rowdy members had come to camp. There was Walton, for one, a perfect + specimen of the public school man at his worst. There was Mortimer, + another of Kay's gems. Perry, again, and Callingham, and the rest. A + pleasant gang, fit for anything, if it could be done in safety. + </p> + <p> + Kennedy observed them, and—the spectacle starting a train of thought—asked + Jimmy Silver, as they went into their tent just before lights-out, if + there was much ragging in camp. + </p> + <p> + "Not very much," said the expert. "Chaps are generally too done up at the + end of the day to want to do anything except sleep. Still, I've known + cases. You sometimes get one tent mobbing another. They loose the ropes, + you know. Low trick, I think. It isn't often done, and it gets dropped on + like bricks when it's found out. But why? Do you feel as if you wanted to + do it?" + </p> + <p> + "It only occurred to me that we've got a lively gang from Kay's here. I + was wondering if they'd get any chances of ragging, or if they'd have to + lie low." + </p> + <p> + "I'd forgotten Kay's for the moment. Now you mention it, they are rather a + crew. But I shouldn't think they'd find it worth while to rot about here. + It isn't as if they were on their native heath. People have a prejudice + against having their tent-ropes loosed, and they'd get beans if they did + anything in that line. I remember once there was a tent which made itself + objectionable, and it got raided in the night by a sort of vigilance + committee from the other schools, and the chaps in it got the dickens of a + time. None of them ever came to camp again. I hope Kay's'll try and behave + decently. It'll be an effort for them; but I hope they'll make it. It + would be an awful nuisance if young Billy made an ass of himself in any + way. He loves making an ass of himself. It's a sort of hobby of his." + </p> + <p> + As if to support the statement, a sudden volley of subdued shouts came + from the other end of the Eckleton lines. + </p> + <p> + "Go it, Wren!" + </p> + <p> + "Stick to it, Silver!" + </p> + <p> + "Wren!" + </p> + <p> + "Silver!" + </p> + <p> + "S-s-h!" + </p> + <p> + Silence, followed almost immediately by a gruff voice inquiring with + simple directness what the dickens all this noise was about. + </p> + <p> + "Hullo!" said Kennedy. "Did you hear that? I wonder what's been up? Your + brother was in it, whatever it was." + </p> + <p> + "Of course," said Jimmy Silver, "he would be. We can't find out about it + now, though. I'll ask him tomorrow, if I remember. I shan't remember, of + course. Good night." + </p> + <p> + "Good night." + </p> + <p> + Half an hour later, Kennedy, who had been ruminating over the incident in + his usual painstaking way, reopened the debate. + </p> + <p> + "Who's Wren?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Wha'?" murmured Silver, sleepily. + </p> + <p> + "Who's Wren?" repeated Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + "I d'know.... Oh.... Li'l' beast.... Kay's.... Red hair.... G'-ni'." + </p> + <p> + And sleep reigned in Blackburn's tent. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VI — THE RAID ON THE GUARD-TENT + </h2> + <p> + Wren and Billy Silver had fallen out over a question of space. It was + Silver's opinion that Wren's nest ought to have been built a foot or two + further to the left. He stated baldly that he had not room to breathe, and + requested the red-headed one to ease off a point or so in the direction of + his next-door neighbour. Wren had refused, and, after a few moments' + chatty conversation, smote William earnestly in the wind. Trouble had + begun upon the instant. It had ceased almost as rapidly owing to + interruptions from without, but the truce had been merely temporary. They + continued the argument outside the tent at five-thirty the next morning, + after the <i>reveille</i> had sounded, amidst shouts of approval from + various shivering mortals who were tubbing preparatory to embarking on the + labours of the day. + </p> + <p> + A brisk first round had just come to a conclusion when Walton lounged out + of the tent, yawning. + </p> + <p> + Walton proceeded to separate the combatants. After which he rebuked Billy + Silver with a swagger-stick. Wren's share in the business he overlooked. + He was by way of being a patron of Wren's, and he disliked Billy Silver, + partly for his own sake and partly because he hated his brother, with whom + he had come into contact once or twice during his career at Eckleton, + always with unsatisfactory results. + </p> + <p> + So Walton dropped on to Billy Silver, and Wren continued his toilet + rejoicing. + </p> + <p> + Camp was beginning the strenuous life now. Tent after tent emptied itself + of its occupants, who stretched themselves vigorously, and proceeded + towards the tubbing-ground, where there were tin baths for those who cared + to wait until the same were vacant, and a good, honest pump for those who + did not. Then there was that unpopular job, the piling of one's bedding + outside the tent, and the rolling up of the tent curtains. But these + unpleasant duties came to an end at last, and signs of breakfast began to + appear. + </p> + <p> + Breakfast gave Kennedy his first insight into life in camp. He happened to + be tent-orderly that day, and it therefore fell to his lot to join the + orderlies from the other tents in their search for the Eckleton rations. + He returned with a cargo of bread (obtained from the quartermaster), and, + later, with a great tin of meat, which the cook-house had supplied, and + felt that this was life. Hitherto breakfast had been to him a thing of + white cloths, tables, and food that appeared from nowhere. This was the + first time he had ever tracked his food to its source, so to speak, and + brought it back with him. After breakfast, when he was informed that, as + tent-orderly for the day, it was his business to wash up, he began to feel + as if he were on a desert island. He had never quite realised before what + washing-up implied, and he was conscious of a feeling of respect for the + servants at Blackburn's, who did it every day as a matter of course, + without complaint. He had had no idea before this of the intense + stickiness of a jammy plate. + </p> + <p> + One day at camp is much like another. The schools opened the day with + parade drill at about eight o'clock, and, after an instruction series of + "changing direction half-left in column of double companies", and other + pleasant movements of a similar nature, adjourned for lunch. Lunch was + much like breakfast, except that the supply of jam was cut off. The people + who arrange these things—probably the War Office, or Mr Brodrick, or + someone—have come to the conclusion that two pots of jam per tent + are sufficient for breakfast and lunch. The unwary devour theirs + recklessly at the earlier meal, and have to go jamless until tea at six + o'clock, when another pot is served out. + </p> + <p> + The afternoon at camp is perfect or otherwise, according to whether there + is a four o'clock field-day or not. If there is, there are more + manoeuvrings until tea-time, and the time is spent profitably, but not so + pleasantly as it might be. If there is no field-day, you can take your + time about your bathe in Cove Reservoir. And a really satisfactory bathe + on a hot day should last at least three hours. Kennedy and Jimmy Silver + strolled off in the direction of the Reservoir as soon as they felt that + they had got over the effects of the beef, potatoes, and ginger-beer which + a generous commissariat had doled out to them for lunch. It was a glorious + day, and bathing was the only thing to do for the next hour or so. + Stump-cricket, that fascinating sport much indulged in in camp, would not + be at its best until the sun had cooled off a little. + </p> + <p> + After a pleasant half hour in the mud and water of the Reservoir, they lay + on the bank and watched the rest of the schools take their afternoon dip. + Kennedy had laid in a supply of provisions from the stall which stood at + the camp end of the water. Neither of them felt inclined to move. + </p> + <p> + "This <i>is</i> decent," said Kennedy, wriggling into a more comfortable + position in the long grass. "Hullo!" + </p> + <p> + "What's up?" inquired Jimmy Silver, lazily. + </p> + <p> + He was almost asleep. + </p> + <p> + "Look at those idiots. They're certain to get spotted." + </p> + <p> + Jimmy Silver tilted his hat off his face, and sat up. + </p> + <p> + "What's the matter? Which idiot?" + </p> + <p> + Kennedy pointed to a bush on their right. Walton and Perry were seated + beside it. Both were smoking. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, that's all right," said Silver. "Masters never come to Cove + Reservoir. It's a sort of unwritten law. They're rotters to smoke, all the + same. Certain to get spotted some day.... Not worth it.... Spoils + lungs.... Beastly bad ... training." + </p> + <p> + He dozed off. The sun was warm, and the grass very soft and comfortable. + Kennedy turned his gaze to the Reservoir again. It was no business of his + what Walton and Perry did. + </p> + <p> + Walton and Perry were discussing ways and means. The conversation changed + as they saw Kennedy glance at them. They were the sort of persons who feel + a vague sense of injury when anybody looks at them, perhaps because they + feel that those whose attention is attracted to them must say something to + their discredit when they begin to talk about them. + </p> + <p> + "There's that beast Kennedy," said Walton. "I can't stick that man. He's + always hanging round the house. What he comes for, I can't make out." + </p> + <p> + "Pal of Fenn's," suggested Perry. + </p> + <p> + "He hangs on to Fenn. I bet Fenn bars him really." + </p> + <p> + Perry doubted this in his innermost thoughts, but it was not worth while + to say so. + </p> + <p> + "Those Blackburn chaps," continued Walton, reverting to another grievance, + "will stick on no end of side next term about that cup. They wouldn't have + had a look in if Kay hadn't given Fenn that extra. Kay ought to be kicked. + I'm hanged if I'm going to care what I do next term. Somebody ought to do + something to take it out of Kay for getting his own house licked like + that." + </p> + <p> + Walton spoke as if the line of conduct he had mapped out for himself would + be a complete reversal of his customary mode of life. As a matter of fact, + he had never been in the habit of caring very much what he did. + </p> + <p> + Walton's last remarks brought the conversation back to where it had been + before the mention of Kennedy switched it off on to new lines. Perry had + been complaining that he thought camp a fraud, that it was all drilling + and getting up at unearthly hours. He reminded Walton that he had only + come on the strength of the latter's statement that it would be a rag. + Where did the rag come in? That was what Perry wanted to know. + </p> + <p> + "When it's not a ghastly sweat," he concluded, "it's slow. Like it is now. + Can't we do something for a change?" + </p> + <p> + "As a matter of fact," said Walton, "nearly all the best rags are played + out. A chap at a crammer's told me last holidays that when he was at camp + he and some other fellows loosed the ropes of the guard-tent. He said it + was grand sport." + </p> + <p> + Perry sat up. + </p> + <p> + "That's the thing," he said, excitedly. "Let's do that. Why not?" + </p> + <p> + "It's beastly risky," objected Walton. + </p> + <p> + "What's that matter? They can't do anything, even if they spot us." + </p> + <p> + "That's all you know. We should get beans." + </p> + <p> + "Still, it's worth risking. It would be the biggest rag going. Did the + chap tell you how they did it?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes," said Walton, becoming animated as he recalled the stirring tale, + "they bagged the sentry. Chucked a cloth or something over his head, you + know. Then they shoved him into the ditch, and one of them sat on him + while the others loosed the ropes. It took the chaps inside no end of a + time getting out." + </p> + <p> + "That's the thing. We'll do it. We only need one other chap. Leveson would + come if we asked him. Let's get back to the lines. It's almost tea-time. + Tell him after tea." + </p> + <p> + Leveson proved agreeable. Indeed, he jumped at it. His life, his attitude + suggested, had been a hollow mockery until he heard the plan, but now he + could begin to enjoy himself once more. + </p> + <p> + The lights-out bugle sounded at ten o'clock; the last post at ten-thirty. + At a quarter to twelve the three adventurers, who had been keeping + themselves awake by the exercise of great pains, satisfied themselves that + the other occupants of the tent were asleep, and stole out. + </p> + <p> + It was an excellent night for their purpose. There was no moon, and the + stars were hidden by clouds. + </p> + <p> + They crept silently towards the guard-tent. A dim figure loomed out of the + blackness. They noted with satisfaction, as it approached, that it was + small. Sentries at the public-school camp vary in physique. They felt that + it was lucky that the task of sentry-go had not fallen that night to some + muscular forward from one of the school fifteens, or worse still, to a + boxing expert who had figured in the Aldershot competition at Easter. The + present sentry would be an easy victim. + </p> + <p> + They waited for him to arrive. + </p> + <p> + A moment later Private Jones, of St Asterisk's—for it was he—turning + to resume his beat, found himself tackled from behind. Two moments later + he was reclining in the ditch. He would have challenged his adversary, + but, unfortunately, that individual happened to be seated on his face. + </p> + <p> + He struggled, but to no purpose. + </p> + <p> + He was still struggling when a muffled roar of indignation from the + direction of the guard-tent broke the stillness of the summer night. The + roar swelled into a crescendo. What seemed like echoes came from other + quarters out of the darkness. The camp was waking. + </p> + <p> + The noise from the guard-tent waxed louder. + </p> + <p> + The unknown marauder rose from his seat on Private Jones, and vanished. + </p> + <p> + Private Jones also rose. He climbed out of the ditch, shook himself, + looked round for his assailant, and, not finding him, hurried to the + guard-tent to see what was happening. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VII — A CLUE + </h2> + <p> + The guard-tent had disappeared. + </p> + <p> + Private Jones' bewildered eye, rolling in a fine frenzy from heaven to + earth, and from earth to heaven, in search of the missing edifice, found + it at last in a tangled heap upon the ground. It was too dark to see + anything distinctly, but he perceived that the canvas was rising and + falling spasmodically like a stage sea, and for a similar reason—because + there were human beings imprisoned beneath it. + </p> + <p> + By this time the whole camp was up and doing. Figures in <i>deshabille</i>, + dashing the last vestiges of sleep away with their knuckles, trooped on to + the scene in twos and threes, full of inquiry and trenchant sarcasm. + </p> + <p> + "What are you men playing at? What's all the row about? Can't you finish + that game of footer some other time, when we aren't trying to get to + sleep? What on earth's up?" + </p> + <p> + Then the voice of one having authority. + </p> + <p> + "What's the matter? What are you doing?" + </p> + <p> + It was perfectly obvious what the guard was doing. It was trying to get + out from underneath the fallen tent. Private Jones explained this with + some warmth. + </p> + <p> + "Somebody jumped at me and sat on my head in the ditch. I couldn't get up. + And then some blackguard cut the ropes of the guard-tent. I couldn't see + who it was. He cut off directly the tent went down." + </p> + <p> + Private Jones further expressed a wish that he could find the chap. When + he did, there would, he hinted, be trouble in the old homestead. + </p> + <p> + The tent was beginning to disgorge its prisoners. + </p> + <p> + "Guard, turn out!" said a facetious voice from the darkness. + </p> + <p> + The camp was divided into two schools of thought. Those who were watching + the guard struggle out thought the episode funny. The guard did not. It + was pathetic to hear them on the subject of their mysterious assailants. + Matters quieted down rapidly after the tent had been set up again. The + spectators were driven back to their lines by their officers. The guard + turned in again to try and restore their shattered nerves with sleep until + their time for sentry-go came round. Private Jones picked up his rifle and + resumed his beat. The affair was at an end as far as that night was + concerned. + </p> + <p> + Next morning, as might be expected, nothing else was talked about. + Conversation at breakfast was confined to the topic. No halfpenny paper, + however many times its circulation might exceed that of any penny morning + paper, ever propounded so fascinating and puzzling a breakfast-table + problem. It was the utter impossibility of detecting the culprits that + appealed to the schools. They had swooped down like hawks out of the + night, and disappeared like eels into mud, leaving no traces. + </p> + <p> + Jimmy Silver, of course, had no doubts. + </p> + <p> + "It was those Kay's men," he said. "What does it matter about evidence? + You've only got to look at 'em. That's all the evidence you want. The only + thing that makes it at all puzzling is that they did nothing worse. You'd + naturally expect them to slay the sentry, at any rate." + </p> + <p> + But the rest of the camp, lacking that intimate knowledge of the Kayite + which he possessed, did not turn the eye of suspicion towards the Eckleton + lines. The affair remained a mystery. Kennedy, who never gave up a problem + when everybody else did, continued to revolve the mystery in his mind. + </p> + <p> + "I shouldn't wonder," he said to Silver, two days later, "if you were + right." + </p> + <p> + Silver, who had not made any remark for the last five minutes, with the + exception of abusive comments on the toughness of the meat which he was + trying to carve with a blunt knife for the tent, asked for an explanation. + "I mean about that row the other night." + </p> + <p> + "What row?" + </p> + <p> + "That guard-tent business." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, that! I'd forgotten. Why don't you move with the times? You're always + thinking of something that's been dead and buried for years." + </p> + <p> + "You remember you said you thought it was those Kay's chaps who did it. + I've been thinking it over, and I believe you're right. You see, it was + probably somebody who'd been to camp before, or he wouldn't have known + that dodge of loosing the ropes." + </p> + <p> + "I don't see why. Seems to me it's the sort of idea that might have + occurred to anybody. You don't want to study the thing particularly deeply + to know that the best way of making a tent collapse is to loose the ropes. + Of course it was Kay's lot who did it. But I don't see how you're going to + have them simply because one or two of them have been here before." + </p> + <p> + "No, I suppose not," said Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + After tea the other occupants of the tent went out of the lines to play + stump-cricket. Silver was in the middle of a story in one of the + magazines, so did not accompany them. Kennedy cried off on the plea of + slackness. + </p> + <p> + "I say," he said, when they were alone. + </p> + <p> + "Hullo," said Silver, finishing his story, and putting down the magazine. + "What do you say to going after those chaps? I thought that story was + going to be a long one that would take half an hour to get through. But it + collapsed. Like that guard-tent." + </p> + <p> + "About that tent business," said Kennedy. "Of course that was all rot what + I was saying just now. I suddenly remembered that I didn't particularly + want anybody but you to hear what I was going to say, so I had to invent + any rot that I could think of." + </p> + <p> + "But now," said Jimmy Silver, sinking his voice to a melodramatic whisper, + "the villagers have left us to continue their revels on the green, our + wicked uncle has gone to London, his sinister retainer, Jasper Murgleshaw, + is washing his hands in the scullery sink, and—<i>we are alone!</i>" + </p> + <p> + "Don't be an ass," pleaded Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + "Tell me your dreadful tale. Conceal nothing. Spare me not. In fact, say + on." + </p> + <p> + "I've had a talk with the chap who was sentry that night," began Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + "Astounding revelations by our special correspondent," murmured Silver. + </p> + <p> + "You might listen." + </p> + <p> + "I <i>am</i> listening. Why don't you begin? All this hesitation strikes + me as suspicious. Get on with your shady story." + </p> + <p> + "You remember the sentry was upset—" + </p> + <p> + "Very upset." + </p> + <p> + "Somebody collared him from behind, and upset him into the ditch. They + went in together, and the other man sat on his head." + </p> + <p> + "A touching picture. Proceed, friend." + </p> + <p> + "They rolled about a bit, and this sentry chap swears he scratched the + man. It was just after that that the man sat on his head. Jones says he + was a big chap, strong and heavy." + </p> + <p> + "He was in a position to judge, anyhow." + </p> + <p> + "Of course, he didn't mean to scratch him. He was rather keen on having + that understood. But his fingers came up against the fellow's cheek as he + was falling. So you see we've only got to look for a man with a scratch on + his cheek. It was the right cheek, Jones was almost certain. I don't see + what you're laughing at." + </p> + <p> + "I wish you wouldn't spring these good things of yours on me suddenly," + gurgled Jimmy Silver, rolling about the wooden floor of the tent. "You + ought to give a chap some warning. Look here," he added, imperatively, + "swear you'll take me with you when you go on your tour through camp + examining everybody's right cheek to see if it's got a scratch on it." + </p> + <p> + Kennedy began to feel the glow and pride of the successful sleuth-hound + leaking out of him. This aspect of the case had not occurred to him. The + fact that the sentry had scratched his assailant's right cheek, added to + the other indubitable fact that Walton, of Kay's, was even now walking + abroad with a scratch on his right cheek, had seemed to him conclusive. He + had forgotten that there might be others. Still, it was worth while just + to question him. He questioned him at Cove Reservoir next day. + </p> + <p> + "Hullo, Walton," he said, with a friendly carelessness which would not + have deceived a prattling infant, "nasty scratch you've got on your cheek. + How did you get it?" + </p> + <p> + "Perry did it when we were ragging a few days ago," replied Walton, eyeing + him distrustfully. + </p> + <p> + "Oh," said Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + "Silly fool," said Walton. + </p> + <p> + "Talking about me?" inquired Kennedy politely. + </p> + <p> + "No," replied Walton, with the suavity of a Chesterfield, "Perry." + </p> + <p> + They parted, Kennedy with the idea that Walton was his man still more + deeply rooted, Walton with an uncomfortable feeling that Kennedy knew too + much, and that, though he had undoubtedly scored off him for the moment, a + time (as Jimmy Silver was fond of observing with a satanic laugh) would + come, and then—! + </p> + <p> + He felt that it behoved him to be wary. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VIII — A NIGHT ADVENTURE—THE DETHRONEMENT OF FENN + </h2> + <p> + One of the things which make life on this planet more or less agreeable is + the speed with which alarums, excursions, excitement, and rows generally, + blow over. A nine-days' wonder has to be a big business to last out its + full time nowadays. As a rule the third day sees the end of it, and the + public rushes whooping after some other hare that has been started for its + benefit. The guard-tent row, as far as the bulk of camp was concerned, + lasted exactly two days; at the end of which period it was generally + agreed that all that could be said on the subject had been said, and that + it was now a back number. Nobody, except possibly the authorities, wanted + to find out the authors of the raid, and even Private Jones had ceased to + talk about it—this owing to the unsympathetic attitude of his tent. + </p> + <p> + "Jones," the corporal had observed, as the ex-sentry's narrative of his + misfortunes reached a finish for the third time since <i>reveille</i> that + morning, "if you can't manage to switch off that infernal chestnut of + yours, I'll make you wash up all day and sit on your head all night." + </p> + <p> + So Jones had withdrawn his yarn from circulation. Kennedy's interest in + detective work waned after his interview with Walton. He was quite sure + that Walton had been one of the band, but it was not his business to find + out; even had he found out, he would have done nothing. It was more for + his own private satisfaction than for the furtherance of justice that he + wished to track the offenders down. But he did not look on the affair, as + Jimmy Silver did, as rather sporting; he had a tender feeling for the good + name of the school, and he felt that it was not likely to make Eckleton + popular with the other schools that went to camp if they got the + reputation of practical jokers. Practical jokers are seldom popular until + they have been dead a hundred years or so. + </p> + <p> + As for Walton and his colleagues, to complete the list of those who were + interested in this matter of the midnight raid, they lay remarkably low + after their successful foray. They imagined that Kennedy was spying on + their every movement. In which they were quite wrong, for Kennedy was + doing nothing of the kind. Camp does not allow a great deal of leisure for + the minding of other people's businesses. But this reflection did not + occur to Walton, and he regarded Kennedy, whenever chance or his duties + brought him into the neighbourhood of that worthy's tent, with a suspicion + which increased whenever the latter looked at him. + </p> + <p> + On the night before camp broke up, a second incident of a sensational kind + occurred, which, but for the fact that they never heard of it, would have + given the schools a good deal to talk about. It happened that Kennedy was + on sentry-go that night. The manner of sentry-go is thus. At seven in the + evening the guard falls in, and patrols the fringe of the camp in relays + till seven in the morning. A guard consists of a sergeant, a corporal, and + ten men. They are on duty for two hours at a time, with intervals of four + hours between each spell, in which intervals they sleep the sleep of tired + men in the guard-tent, unless, as happened on the occasion previously + described, some miscreant takes it upon himself to loose the ropes. The + ground to be patrolled by the sentries is divided into three parts, each + of which is entrusted to one man. + </p> + <p> + Kennedy was one of the ten privates, and his first spell of sentry-go + began at eleven o'clock. + </p> + <p> + On this night there was no moon. It was as black as pitch. It is always + unpleasant to be on sentry-go on such a night. The mind wanders, in spite + of all effort to check it, through a long series of all the ghastly + stories one has ever read. There is one in particular of Conan Doyle's + about a mummy that came to life and chased people on lonely roads—but + enough! However courageous one may be, it is difficult not to speculate on + the possible horrors which may spring out on one from the darkness. That + feeling that there is somebody—or something—just behind one + can only be experienced in all its force by a sentry on an inky night at + camp. And the thought that, of all the hundreds there, he and two others + are the only ones awake, puts a sort of finishing touch to the + unpleasantness of the situation. + </p> + <p> + Kennedy was not a particularly imaginative youth, but he looked forward + with no little eagerness to the time when he should be relieved. It would + be a relief in two senses of the word. His beat included that side of the + camp which faces the road to Aldershot. Between camp and this road is a + ditch and a wood. After he had been on duty for an hour this wood began to + suggest a variety of possibilities, all grim. The ditch, too, was not + without associations. It was into this that Private Jones had been hurled + on a certain memorable occasion. Such a thing was not likely to happen + again in the same week, and, even if it did, Kennedy flattered himself + that he would have more to say in the matter than Private Jones had had; + but nevertheless he kept a careful eye in that direction whenever his beat + took him along the ditch. + </p> + <p> + It was about half-past twelve, and he had entered upon the last section of + his two hours, when Kennedy distinctly heard footsteps in the wood. He had + heard so many mysterious sounds since his patrol began at eleven o'clock + that at first he was inclined to attribute this to imagination. But a + crackle of dead branches and the sound of soft breathing convinced him + that this was the real thing for once, and that, as a sentry of the Public + Schools' Camp on duty, it behoved him to challenge the unknown. + </p> + <p> + He stopped and waited, peering into the darkness in a futile endeavour to + catch a glimpse of his man. But the night was too black for the keenest + eye to penetrate it. A slight thud put him on the right track. It showed + him two things; first, that the unknown had dropped into the ditch, and, + secondly, that he was a camp man returning to his tent after an illegal + prowl about the town at lights-out. Nobody save one belonging to the camp + would have cause to cross the ditch. + </p> + <p> + Besides, the man walked warily, as one not ignorant of the danger of + sentries. The unknown had crawled out of the ditch now. As luck would have + it he had chosen a spot immediately opposite to where Kennedy stood. Now + that he was nearer Kennedy could see the vague outline of him. + </p> + <p> + "Who goes there?" he said. + </p> + <p> + From an instinctive regard for the other's feelings he did not shout the + question in the regulation manner. He knew how he would feel himself if he + were out of camp at half-past twelve, and the voice of the sentry were to + rip suddenly through the silence <i>fortissimo</i>. + </p> + <p> + As it was, his question was quite loud enough to electrify the person to + whom it was addressed. The unknown started so violently that he nearly + leapt into the air. Kennedy was barely two yards from him when he spoke. + </p> + <p> + The next moment this fact was brought home to him in a very practical + manner. The unknown, sighting the sentry, perhaps more clearly against the + dim whiteness of the tents than Kennedy could sight him against the dark + wood, dashed in with a rapidity which showed that he knew something of the + art of boxing. Kennedy dropped his rifle and flung up his arm. He was + altogether too late. A sudden blaze of light, and he was on the ground, + sick and dizzy, a feeling he had often experienced before in a slighter + degree, when sparring in the Eckleton gymnasium with the boxing + instructor. + </p> + <p> + The immediate effect of a flush hit in the regions about the jaw is to + make the victim lose for the moment all interest in life. Kennedy lay + where he had fallen for nearly half a minute before he fully realised what + it was that had happened to him. When he did realise the situation, he + leapt to his feet, feeling sick and shaky, and staggered about in all + directions in a manner which suggested that he fancied his assailant would + be waiting politely until he had recovered. As was only natural, that wily + person had vanished, and was by this time doing a quick change into + garments of the night. Kennedy had the satisfaction of knowing—for + what it was worth—that his adversary was in one of those tents, but + to place him with any greater accuracy was impossible. + </p> + <p> + So he gave up the search, found his rifle, and resumed his patrol. And at + one o'clock his successor relieved him. + </p> + <p> + On the following day camp broke up. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + Kennedy always enjoyed going home, but, as he travelled back to Eckleton + on the last day of these summer holidays, he could not help feeling that + there was a great deal to be said for term. He felt particularly cheerful. + He had the carriage to himself, and he had also plenty to read and eat. + The train was travelling at forty miles an hour. And there were all the + pleasures of a first night after the holidays to look forward to, when you + dashed from one friend's study to another's, comparing notes, and + explaining—five or six of you at a time—what a good time you + had had in the holidays. This was always a pleasant ceremony at + Blackburn's, where all the prefects were intimate friends, and all good + sorts, without that liberal admixture of weeds, worms, and outsiders which + marred the list of prefects in most of the other houses. Such as Kay's! + Kennedy could not restrain a momentary gloating as he contrasted the state + of affairs in Blackburn's with what existed at Kay's. Then this feeling + was merged in one of pity for Fenn's hard case. How he must hate the + beginning of term, thought Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + All the well-known stations were flashing by now. In a few minutes he + would be at the junction, and in another half-hour back at Blackburn's. He + began to collect his baggage from the rack. + </p> + <p> + Nobody he knew was at the junction. This was the late train that he had + come down by. Most of the school had returned earlier in the afternoon. + </p> + <p> + He reached Blackburn's at eight o'clock, and went up to his study to + unpack. This was always his first act on coming back to school. He liked + to start the term with all his books in their shelves, and all his + pictures and photographs in their proper places on the first day. Some of + the studies looked like lumber-rooms till near the end of the first week. + </p> + <p> + He had filled the shelves, and was arranging the artistic decorations, + when Jimmy Silver came in. Kennedy had been surprised that he had not met + him downstairs, but the matron had answered his inquiry with the statement + that he was talking to Mr Blackburn in the other part of the house. + </p> + <p> + "When did you arrive?" asked Silver, after the conclusion of the first + outbreak of holiday talk. + </p> + <p> + "I've only just come." + </p> + <p> + "Seen Blackburn yet?" + </p> + <p> + "No. I was thinking of going up after I had got this place done properly." + </p> + <p> + Jimmy Silver ran his eye over the room. + </p> + <p> + "I haven't started mine yet," he said. "You're such an energetic man. Now, + are all those books in their proper places?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes," said Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + "Sure?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "How about the pictures? Got them up?" + </p> + <p> + "All but this lot here. Shan't be a second. There you are. How's that for + effect?" + </p> + <p> + "Not bad. Got all your photographs in their places?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Then," said Jimmy Silver, calmly, "you'd better start now to pack them + all up again. And why, my son? Because you are no longer a Blackburnite. + That's what." + </p> + <p> + Kennedy stared. + </p> + <p> + "I've just had the whole yarn from Blackburn," continued Jimmy Silver. + "Our dear old pal, Mr Kay, wanting somebody in his house capable of + keeping order, by way of a change, has gone to the Old Man and borrowed + you. So <i>you're</i> head of Kay's now. There's an honour for you." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IX — THE SENSATIONS OF AN EXILE + </h2> + <p> + "What" shouted Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + He sprang to his feet as if he had had an electric shock. + </p> + <p> + Jimmy Silver, having satisfied his passion for the dramatic by the + abruptness with which he had exploded his mine, now felt himself at + liberty to be sympathetic. + </p> + <p> + "It's quite true," he said. "And that's just how I felt when Blackburn + told me. Blackburn's as sick as anything. Naturally he doesn't see the + point of handing you over to Kay. But the Old Man insisted, so he caved + in. He wanted to see you as soon as you arrived. You'd better go now. I'll + finish your packing." + </p> + <p> + This was noble of Jimmy, for of all the duties of life he loathed packing + most. + </p> + <p> + "Thanks awfully," said Kennedy, "but don't you bother. I'll do it when I + get back. But what's it all about? What made Kay want a man? Why won't + Fenn do? And why me?" + </p> + <p> + "Well, it's easy to see why they chose you. They reflected that you'd had + the advantage of being in Blackburn's with me, and seeing how a house + really should be run. Kay wants a head for his house. Off he goes to the + Old Man. 'Look here,' he says, 'I want somebody shunted into my happy + home, or it'll bust up. And it's no good trying to put me off with an + inferior article, because I won't have it. It must be somebody who's been + trained from youth up by Silver.' 'Then,' says the Old Man, reflectively, + 'you can't do better than take Kennedy. I happen to know that Silver has + spent years in showing him the straight and narrow path. You take + Kennedy.' 'All right,' says Kay; 'I always thought Kennedy a bit of an ass + myself, but if he's studied under Silver he ought to know how to manage a + house. I'll take him. Advise our Mr Blackburn to that effect, and ask him + to deliver the goods at his earliest convenience. Adoo, mess-mate, adoo!' + And there you are—that's how it was." + </p> + <p> + "But what's wrong with Fenn?" + </p> + <p> + "My dear chap! Remember last term. Didn't Fenn have a regular scrap with + Kay, and get shoved into extra for it? And didn't he wreck the concert in + the most sportsmanlike way with that encore of his? Think the Old Man is + going to take that grinning? Not much! Fenn made a ripping fifty against + Kent in the holidays—I saw him do it—but they don't count + that. It's a wonder they didn't ask him to leave. Of course, I think it's + jolly rough on Fenn, but I don't see that you can blame them. Not the Old + Man, at any rate. He couldn't do anything else. It's all Kay's fault that + all this has happened, of course. I'm awfully sorry for you having to go + into that beastly hole, but from Kay's point of view it's a jolly sound + move. You may reform the place." + </p> + <p> + "I doubt it." + </p> + <p> + "So do I—very much. I didn't say you would—I said you might. I + wonder if Kay means to give you a free hand. It all depends on that." + </p> + <p> + "Yes. If he's going to interfere with me as he used to with Fenn, he'll + want to bring in another head to improve on me." + </p> + <p> + "Rather a good idea, that," said Jimmy Silver, laughing, as he always did + when any humorous possibilities suggested themselves to him. "If he brings + in somebody to improve on you, and then somebody else to improve on him, + and then another chap to improve on him, he ought to have a decent house + in half-a-dozen years or so." + </p> + <p> + "The worst of it is," said Kennedy, "that I've got to go to Kay's as a + sort of rival to Fenn. I shouldn't mind so much if it wasn't for that. I + wonder how he'll take it! Do you think he knows about it yet? He didn't + enjoy being head, but that's no reason why he shouldn't cut up rough at + being shoved back to second prefect. It's a beastly situation." + </p> + <p> + "Beastly," agreed Jimmy Silver. "Look here," he added, after a pause, + "there's no reason, you know, why this should make any difference. To us, + I mean. What I mean to say is, I don't see why we shouldn't see each other + just as often, and so on, simply because you are in another house, and all + that sort of thing. You know what I mean." + </p> + <p> + He spoke shamefacedly, as was his habit whenever he was serious. He liked + Kennedy better than anyone he knew, and hated to show his feelings. + Anything remotely connected with sentiment made him uncomfortable. + </p> + <p> + "Of course," said Kennedy, awkwardly. + </p> + <p> + "You'll want a refuge," said Silver, in his normal manner, "now that + you're going to see wild life in Kay's. Don't forget that I'm always at + home in my study in the afternoons—admission on presentation of a + visiting-card." + </p> + <p> + "All right," said Kennedy, "I'll remember. I suppose I'd better go and see + Blackburn now." + </p> + <p> + Mr Blackburn was in his study. He was obviously disgusted and irritated by + what had happened. Loyalty to the headmaster, and an appreciation of his + position as a member of the staff led him to try and conceal his feelings + as much as possible in his interview with Kennedy, but the latter + understood as plainly as if his house-master had burst into a flow of + abuse and complaint. There had always been an excellent understanding—indeed, + a friendship—between Kennedy and Mr Blackburn, and the master was + just as sorry to lose his second prefect as the latter was to go. + </p> + <p> + "Well, Kennedy," he said, pleasantly. "I hope you had a good time in the + holidays. I suppose Silver has told you the melancholy news—that you + are to desert us this term? It is a great pity. We shall all be very sorry + to lose you. I don't look forward to seeing you bowl us all out in the + house-matches next summer," he added, with a smile, "though we shall + expect a few full-pitches to leg, for the sake of old times." + </p> + <p> + He meant well, but the picture he conjured up almost made Kennedy break + down. Nothing up to the present had made him realise the completeness of + his exile so keenly as this remark of Mr Blackburn's about his bowling + against the side for which he had taken so many wickets in the past. It + was a painful thought. + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid you won't have quite such a pleasant time in Mr Kay's as you + have had here," resumed the house-master. "Of course, I know that, + strictly speaking, I ought not to talk like this about another master's + house; but you can scarcely be unaware of the reasons that have led to + this change. You must know that you are being sent to pull Mr Kay's house + together. This is strictly between ourselves, of course. I think you have + a difficult task before you, but I don't fancy that you will find it too + much for you. And mind you come here as often as you please. I am sure + Silver and the others will be glad to see you. Goodbye, Kennedy. I think + you ought to be getting across now to Mr Kay's. I told him that you would + be there before half-past nine. Good night." + </p> + <p> + "Good night, sir," said Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + He wandered out into the house dining-room. Somehow, though Kay's was only + next door, he could not get rid of the feeling that he was about to start + on a long journey, and would never see his old house again. And in a sense + this was so. He would probably visit Blackburn's tomorrow afternoon, but + it would not be the same. Jimmy Silver would greet him like a brother, and + he would brew in the same study in which he had always brewed, and sit in + the same chair; but it would not be the same. He would be an outsider, a + visitor, a stranger within the gates, and—worst of all—a + Kayite. Nothing could alter that. + </p> + <p> + The walk of the dining-room were covered with photographs of the house + cricket and football teams for the last fifteen years. Looking at them, he + felt more than ever how entirely his school life had been bound up in his + house. From his first day at Eckleton he had been taught the simple creed + of the Blackburnite, that Eckleton was the finest school in the three + kingdoms, and that Blackburn's was the finest house in the finest school. + </p> + <p> + Under the gas-bracket by the door hung the first photograph in which he + appeared, the cricket team of four years ago. He had just got the last + place in front of Challis on the strength of a tremendous catch for the + house second in a scratch game two days before the house-matches began. It + had been a glaring fluke, but it had impressed Denny, the head of the + house, who happened to see it, and had won him his place. + </p> + <p> + He walked round the room, looking at each photograph in turn. It seemed + incredible that he had no longer any right to an interest in the success + of Blackburn's. He could have endured leaving all this when his time at + school was up, for that would have been the natural result of the passing + of years. But to be transplanted abruptly and with a wrench from his + native soil was too much. He went upstairs to pack, suffering from as + severe an attack of the blues as any youth of eighteen had experienced + since blues were first invented. + </p> + <p> + Jimmy Silver hovered round, while he packed, with expressions of sympathy + and bitter remarks concerning Mr Kay and his wicked works, and, when the + operation was concluded, helped Kennedy carry his box over to his new + house with the air of one seeing a friend off to the parts beyond the + equator. + </p> + <p> + It was ten o'clock by the time the front door of Kay's closed upon its new + head. Kennedy went to the matron's sanctum to be instructed in the + geography of the house. The matron, a severe lady, whose faith in human + nature had been terribly shaken by five years of office in Kay's, showed + him his dormitory and study with a lack of geniality which added a deeper + tinge of azure to Kennedy's blues. "So you've come to live here, have + you?" her manner seemed to say; "well, I pity you, that's all. A nice time + <i>you're</i> going to have." + </p> + <p> + Kennedy spent the half-hour before going to bed in unpacking his box for + the second time, and arranging his books and photographs in the study + which had been Wayburn's. He had nothing to find fault with in the study. + It was as large as the one he had owned at Blackburn's, and, like it, + looked out over the school grounds. + </p> + <p> + At half-past ten the gas gave a flicker and went out, turned off at the + main. Kennedy lit a candle and made his way to his dormitory. There now + faced him the more than unpleasant task of introducing himself to its + inmates. He knew from experience the disconcerting way in which a + dormitory greets an intruder. It was difficult to know how to begin + matters. It would take a long time, he thought, to explain his presence to + their satisfaction. + </p> + <p> + Fortunately, however, the dormitory was not unprepared. Things get about + very quickly in a house. The matron had told the housemaids; the + housemaids had handed it on to their ally, the boot boy; the boot boy had + told Wren, whom he happened to meet in the passage, and Wren had told + everybody else. + </p> + <p> + There was an uproar going on when Kennedy opened the door, but it died + away as he appeared, and the dormitory gazed at the newcomer in absolute + and embarrassing silence. Kennedy had not felt so conscious of the public + eye being upon him since he had gone out to bat against the M.C.C., on his + first appearance in the ranks of the Eckleton eleven. He went to his bed + and began to undress without a word, feeling rather than seeing the eyes + that were peering at him. When he had completed the performance of + disrobing, he blew out the candle and got into bed. The silence was broken + by numerous coughs, of that short, suggestive type with which the public + schoolboy loves to embarrass his fellow man. From some unidentified corner + of the room came a subdued giggle. Then a whispered, "Shut <i>up</i>, you + fool!" To which a low voice replied, "All <i>right,</i> I'm not doing + anything." + </p> + <p> + More coughs, and another outbreak of giggling from a fresh quarter. + </p> + <p> + "Good night," said Kennedy, to the room in general. + </p> + <p> + There was no reply. The giggler appeared to be rapidly approaching + hysterics. + </p> + <p> + "Shut up that row," said Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + The giggling ceased. + </p> + <p> + The atmosphere was charged with suspicion. Kennedy fell asleep fearing + that he was going to have trouble with his dormitory before many nights + had passed. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + X — FURTHER EXPERIENCES OF AN EXILE + </h2> + <p> + Breakfast on the following morning was a repetition of the dormitory + ordeal. Kennedy walked to his place on Mr Kay's right, feeling that + everyone was looking at him, as indeed they were. He understood for the + first time the meaning of the expression, "the cynosure of all eyes". He + was modest by nature, and felt his position a distinct trial. + </p> + <p> + He did not quite know what to say or do with regard to his new + house-master at this their first meeting in the latter's territory. "Come + aboard, sir," occurred to him for a moment as a happy phrase, but he + discarded it. To make the situation more awkward, Mr Kay did not observe + him at first, being occupied in assailing a riotous fag at the other end + of the table, that youth having succeeded, by a dexterous drive in the + ribs, in making a friend of his spill half a cup of coffee. Kennedy did + not know whether to sit down without a word or to remain standing until Mr + Kay had time to attend to him. He would have done better to have sat down; + Mr Kay's greeting, when it came, was not worth waiting for. + </p> + <p> + "Sit down, Kennedy," he said, irritably—rebuking people on an empty + stomach always ruffled him. "Sit down, sit down." + </p> + <p> + Kennedy sat down, and began to toy diffidently with a sausage, + remembering, as he did so, certain diatribes of Fenn's against the food at + Kay's. As he became more intimate with the sausage, he admitted to himself + that Fenn had had reason. Mr Kay meanwhile pounded away in moody silence + at a plate of kidneys and bacon. It was one of the many grievances which + gave the Kayite material for conversation that Mr Kay had not the courage + of his opinions in the matter of food. He insisted that he fed his house + luxuriously, but he refused to brave the mysteries of its bill of fare + himself. + </p> + <p> + Fenn had not come down when Kennedy went in to breakfast. He arrived some + ten minutes later, when Kennedy had vanquished the sausage, and was + keeping body and soul together with bread and marmalade. + </p> + <p> + "I cannot have this, Fenn," snapped Mr Kay; "you must come down in time." + </p> + <p> + Fenn took the rebuke in silence, cast one glance at the sausage which + confronted him, and then pushed it away with such unhesitating rapidity + that Mr Kay glared at him as if about to take up the cudgels for the + rejected viand. Perhaps he remembered that it scarcely befitted the + dignity of a house-master to enter upon a wrangle with a member of his + house on the subject of the merits and demerits of sausages, for he + refrained, and Fenn was allowed to go on with his meal in peace. + </p> + <p> + Kennedy's chief anxiety had been with regard to Fenn. True, the latter + could hardly blame him for being made head of Kay's, since he had not been + consulted in the matter, and, if he had been, would have refused the post + with horror; but nevertheless the situation might cause a coolness between + them. And if Fenn, the only person in the house with whom he was at all + intimate, refused to be on friendly terms, his stay in Kay's would be + rendered worse than even he had looked for. + </p> + <p> + Fenn had not spoken to him at breakfast, but then there was little table + talk at Kay's. Perhaps the quality of the food suggested such gloomy + reflections that nobody liked to put them into words. + </p> + <p> + After the meal Fenn ran upstairs to his study. Kennedy followed him, and + opened conversation in his direct way with the subject which he had come + to discuss. + </p> + <p> + "I say," he said, "I hope you aren't sick about this. You know I didn't + want to bag your place as head of the house." + </p> + <p> + "My dear chap," said Fenn, "don't apologise. You're welcome to it. Being + head of Kay's isn't such a soft job that one is keen on sticking to it." + </p> + <p> + "All the same—" began Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + "I knew Kay would get at me somehow, of course. I've been wondering how + all the holidays. I didn't think of this. Still, I'm jolly glad it's + happened. I now retire into private life, and look on. I've taken years + off my life sweating to make this house decent, and now I'm going to take + a rest and watch you tearing your hair out over the job. I'm awfully sorry + for you. I wish they'd roped in some other victim." + </p> + <p> + "But you're still a house prefect, I suppose?" + </p> + <p> + "I believe so, Kay couldn't very well make me a fag again." + </p> + <p> + "Then you'll help manage things?" + </p> + <p> + Fenn laughed. + </p> + <p> + "Will I, by Jove! I'd like to see myself! I don't want to do the heavy + martyr business and that sort of thing, but I'm hanged if I'm going to + take any more trouble over the house. Haven't you any respect for Mr Kay's + feelings? He thinks I can't keep order. Surely you don't want me to go and + shatter his pet beliefs? Anyhow, I'm not going to do it. I'm going to play + 'villagers and retainers' to your 'hero'. If you do anything wonderful + with the house, I shall be standing by ready to cheer. But you don't catch + me shoving myself forward. 'Thank Heaven I knows me place,' as the butler + in the play says." + </p> + <p> + Kennedy kicked moodily at the leg of the chair which he was holding. The + feeling that his whole world had fallen about his ears was increasing with + every hour he spent in Kay's. Last term he and Fenn had been as close + friends as you could wish to see. If he had asked Fenn to help him in a + tight place then, he knew he could have relied on him. Now his chief + desire seemed to be to score off the human race in general, his best + friend included. It was a depressing beginning. + </p> + <p> + "Do you know what the sherry said to the man when he was just going to + drink it?" inquired Fenn. "It said, '<i>Nemo me impune lacessit</i>'. + That's how I feel. Kay went out of his way to give me a bad time when I + was doing my best to run his house properly, so I don't see that I'm + called upon to go out of my way to work for him." + </p> + <p> + "It's rather rough on me—" Kennedy began. Then a sudden indignation + rushed through him. Why should he grovel to Fenn? If Fenn chose to stand + out, let him. He was capable of running the house by himself. + </p> + <p> + "I don't care," he said, savagely. "If you can't see what a cad you're + making of yourself, I'm not going to try to show you. You can do what you + jolly well please. I'm not dependent on you. I'll make this a decent house + off my own bat without your help. If you like looking on, you'd better + look on. I'll give you something to look at soon." + </p> + <p> + He went out, leaving Fenn with mixed feelings. He would have liked to have + followed him, taken back what he had said, and formed an offensive + alliance against the black sheep of the house—and also, which was + just as important, against the slack sheep, who were good for nothing, + either at work or play. But his bitterness against the house-master + prevented him. He was not going to take his removal from the leadership of + Kay's as if nothing had happened. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, in the dayrooms and studies, the house had been holding + indignation meetings, and at each it had been unanimously resolved that + Kay's had been abominably treated, and that the deposition of Fenn must + not be tolerated. Unfortunately, a house cannot do very much when it + revolts. It can only show its displeasure in little things, and by an + increase of rowdiness. This was the line that Kay's took. Fenn became a + popular hero. Fags, until he kicked them for it, showed a tendency to + cheer him whenever they saw him. Nothing could paint Mr Kay blacker in the + eyes of his house, so that Kennedy came in for all the odium. The same + fags who had cheered Fenn hooted him on one occasion as he passed the + junior dayroom. Kennedy stopped short, went in, and presented each inmate + of the room with six cuts with a swagger-stick. This summary and Captain + Kettle-like move had its effect. There was no more hooting. The fags + bethought themselves of other ways of showing their disapproval of their + new head. + </p> + <p> + One genius suggested that they might kill two birds with one stone—snub + Kennedy and pay a stately compliment to Fenn by applying to the latter for + leave to go out of bounds instead of to the former. As the giving of leave + "down town" was the prerogative of the head of the house, and of no other, + there was a suggestiveness about this mode of procedure which appealed to + the junior dayroom. + </p> + <p> + But the star of the junior dayroom was not in the ascendant. Fenn might + have quarrelled with Kennedy, and be extremely indignant at his removal + from the headship of the house, but he was not the man to forget to play + the game. His policy of non-interference did not include underhand + attempts to sap Kennedy's authority. When Gorrick, of the Lower Fourth, + the first of the fags to put the ingenious scheme into practice, came to + him, still smarting from Kennedy's castigation, Fenn promptly gave him six + more cuts, worse than the first, and kicked him out into the passage. + Gorrick naturally did not want to spoil a good thing by giving Fenn's game + away, so he lay low and said nothing, with the result that Wren and three + others met with the same fate, only more so, because Fenn's wrath + increased with each visit. + </p> + <p> + Kennedy, of course, heard nothing of this, or he might perhaps have + thought better of Fenn. As for the junior dayroom, it was obliged to work + off its emotion by jeering Jimmy Silver from the safety of the touchline + when the head of Blackburn's was refereeing in a match between the juniors + of his house and those of Kay's. Blackburn's happened to win by four goals + and eight tries, a result which the patriotic Kay fag attributed solely to + favouritism on the part of the referee. + </p> + <p> + "I like the kids in your house," said Jimmy to Kennedy, after the match, + when telling the latter of the incident; "there's no false idea of + politeness about them. If they don't like your decisions, they say so in a + shrill treble." + </p> + <p> + "Little beasts," said Kennedy. "I wish I knew who they were. It's hopeless + to try and spot them, of course." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XI — THE SENIOR DAYROOM OPENS FIRE + </h2> + <p> + Curiously enough, it was shortly after this that the junior dayroom ceased + almost entirely to trouble the head of the house. Not that they turned + over new leaves, and modelled their conduct on that of the hero of the + Sunday-school story. They were still disorderly, but in a lesser degree; + and ragging became a matter of private enterprise among the fags instead + of being, as it had threatened to be, an organised revolt against the new + head. When a Kay's fag rioted now, he did so with the air of one + endeavouring to amuse himself, not as if he were carrying on a holy war + against the oppressor. + </p> + <p> + Kennedy's difficulties were considerably diminished by this change. A head + of a house expects the juniors of his house to rag. It is what they are + put into the world to do, and there is no difficulty in keeping the thing + within decent limits. A revolution is another case altogether. Kennedy was + grateful for the change, for it gave him more time to keep an eye on the + other members of the house, but he had no idea what had brought it about. + As a matter of fact, he had Billy Silver to thank for it. The chief + organiser of the movement against Kennedy in the junior dayroom had been + the red-haired Wren, who preached war to his fellow fags, partly because + he loved to create a disturbance, and partly because Walton, who hated + Kennedy, had told him to. Between Wren and Billy Silver a feud had existed + since their first meeting. The unsatisfactory conclusion to their + encounter in camp had given another lease of life to the feud, and Billy + had come back to Kay's with the fixed intention of smiting his + auburn-haired foe hip and thigh at the earliest opportunity. Wren's + attitude with respect to Kennedy gave him a decent excuse. He had no + particular regard for Kennedy. The fact that he was a friend of his + brother's was no recommendation. There existed between the two Silvers + that feeling which generally exists between an elder and a much younger + brother at the same school. Each thought the other a bit of an idiot, and + though equal to tolerating him personally, was hanged if he was going to + do the same by his friends. In Billy's circle of acquaintances, Jimmy's + friends were looked upon with cold suspicion as officious meddlers who + would give them lines if they found them out of bounds. The aristocrats + with whom Jimmy foregathered barely recognised the existence of Billy's + companions. Kennedy's claim to Billy's good offices rested on the fact + that they both objected to Wren. + </p> + <p> + So that, when Wren lifted up his voice in the junior dayroom, and exhorted + the fags to go and make a row in the passage outside Kennedy's study, and—from + a safe distance, and having previously ensured a means of rapid escape—to + fling boots at his door, Billy damped the popular enthusiasm which had + been excited by the proposal by kicking Wren with some violence, and + begging him not to be an ass. Whereupon they resumed their battle at the + point at which it had been interrupted at camp. And when, some five + minutes later, Billy, from his seat on his adversary's chest, offered to + go through the same performance with anybody else who wished, the junior + dayroom came to the conclusion that his feelings with regard to the new + head of the house, however foolish and unpatriotic, had better be + respected. And the revolution of the fags had fizzled out from that + moment. + </p> + <p> + In the senior dayroom, however, the flag of battle was still unfurled. It + was so obvious that Kennedy had been put into the house as a reformer, and + the seniors of Kay's had such an objection to being reformed, that trouble + was only to be expected. It was the custom in most houses for the head of + the house, by right of that position, to be also captain of football. The + senior dayroom was aggrieved at Kennedy's taking this post from Fenn. Fenn + was in his second year in the school fifteen, and he was the three-quarter + who scored most frequently for Eckleton, whereas Kennedy, though + practically a certainty for one of the six vacant places in the school + scrum, was at present entitled to wear only a second fifteen cap. The + claims of Fenn to be captain of Kay's football were strong, Kennedy had + begged him to continue in that position more than once. Fenn's persistent + refusal had helped to increase the coolness between them, and it had also + made things more difficult for Kennedy in the house. + </p> + <p> + It was on the Monday of the third week of term that Kennedy, at Jimmy + Silver's request, arranged a "friendly" between Kay's and Blackburn's. + There could be no doubt as to which was the better team (for Blackburn's + had been runners up for the Cup the season before), but the better one's + opponents the better the practice. Kennedy wrote out the list and fixed it + on the notice board. The match was to be played on the following + afternoon. + </p> + <p> + A football team must generally be made up of the biggest men at the + captain's disposal, so it happened that Walton, Perry, Callingham, and the + other leaders of dissension in Kay's all figured on the list. The + consequence was that the list came in for a good deal of comment in the + senior dayroom. There were games every Saturday and Wednesday, and it + annoyed Walton and friends that they should have to turn out on an + afternoon that was not a half holiday. It was trouble enough playing + football on the days when it was compulsory. As for patriotism, no member + of the house even pretended to care whether Kay's put a good team into the + field or not. The senior dayroom sat talking over the matter till + lights-out. When Kennedy came down next morning, he found his list + scribbled over with blue pencil, while across it in bold letters ran the + single word, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ROT. +</pre> + <p> + He went to his study, wrote out a fresh copy, and pinned it up in place of + the old one. He had been early in coming down that morning, and the + majority of the Kayites had not seen the defaced notice. The match was + fixed for half-past four. At four a thin rain was falling. The weather had + been bad for some days, but on this particular afternoon it reached the + limit. In addition to being wet, it was also cold, and Kennedy, as he + walked over to the grounds, felt that he would be glad when the game was + over. He hoped that Blackburn's would be punctual, and congratulated + himself on his foresight in securing Mr Blackburn as referee. Some of the + staff, when they consented to hold the whistle in a scratch game, + invariably kept the teams waiting on the field for half an hour before + turning up. Mr Blackburn, an the other hand, was always punctual. He came + out of his house just as Kennedy turned in at the school gates. + </p> + <p> + "Well, Kennedy," he said from the depths of his ulster, the collar of + which he had turned up over his ears with a prudence which Kennedy, having + come out with only a blazer on over his football clothes, distinctly + envied, "I hope your men are not going to be late. I don't think I ever + saw a worse day for football. How long were you thinking of playing? Two + twenty-fives would be enough for a day like this, I think." + </p> + <p> + Kennedy consulted with Jimmy Silver, who came up at this moment, and they + agreed without argument that twenty-five minutes each way would be the + very thing. + </p> + <p> + "Where are your men?" asked Jimmy. "I've got all our chaps out here, bar + Challis, who'll be out in a few minutes. I left him almost changed." + </p> + <p> + Challis appeared a little later, and joined the rest of Blackburn's team, + who were putting in the time and trying to keep warm by running and + passing and dropping desultory goals. But, with the exception of Fenn, who + stood brooding by himself in the centre of the field, wrapped to the eyes + in a huge overcoat, and two other house prefects of Kay's, who strolled up + and down looking as if they wished they were in their studies, there was + no sign of the missing team. + </p> + <p> + "I can't make it out," said Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + "You're sure you put up the right time?" asked Jimmy Silver. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, quite." + </p> + <p> + It certainly could not be said that Kay's had had any room for doubt as to + the time of the match, for it had appeared in large figures on both + notices. + </p> + <p> + A quarter to five sounded from the college clock. + </p> + <p> + "We must begin soon," said Mr Blackburn, "or there will not be light + enough even for two twenty-fives." + </p> + <p> + Kennedy felt wretched. Apart from the fact that he was frozen to an icicle + and drenched by the rain, he felt responsible for his team, and he could + see that Blackburn's men were growing irritated at the delay, though they + did their best to conceal it. + </p> + <p> + "Can't we lend them some subs?" suggested Challis, hopefully. + </p> + <p> + "All right—if you can raise eleven subs," said Silver. "They've only + got four men on the field at present." + </p> + <p> + Challis subsided. + </p> + <p> + "Look here," said Kennedy, "I'm going back to the house to see what's up. + I'll be back as soon as I can. They must have mistaken the time or + something after all." + </p> + <p> + He rushed back to the house, and flung open the door of the senior + dayroom. It was empty. + </p> + <p> + Kennedy had expected to find his missing men huddled in a semicircle round + the fire, waiting for some one to come and tell them that Blackburn's had + taken the field, and that they could come out now without any fear of + having to wait in the rain for the match to begin. This, he thought, would + have been the unselfish policy of Kay's senior dayroom. + </p> + <p> + But to find nobody was extraordinary. + </p> + <p> + The thought occurred to him that the team might be changing in their + dormitories. He ran upstairs. But all the dormitories were locked, as he + might have known they would have been. Coming downstairs again he met his + fag, Spencer. + </p> + <p> + Spencer replied to his inquiry that he had only just come in. He did not + know where the team had got to. No, he had not seen any of them. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes, though," he added, as an afterthought, "I met Walton just now. + He looked as if he was going down town." + </p> + <p> + Walton had once licked Spencer, and that vindictive youth thought that + this might be a chance of getting back at him. + </p> + <p> + "Oh," said Kennedy, quietly, "Walton? Did you? Thanks." + </p> + <p> + Spencer was disappointed at his lack of excitement. His news did not seem + to interest him. + </p> + <p> + Kennedy went back to the football field to inform Jimmy Silver of the + result of his investigations. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XII — KENNEDY INTERVIEWS WALTON + </h2> + <p> + "I'm very sorry," he said, when he rejoined the shivering group, "but I'm + afraid we shall have to call this match off. There seems to have been a + mistake. None of my team are anywhere about. I'm awfully sorry, sir," he + added, to Mr Blackburn, "to have given you all this trouble for nothing." + </p> + <p> + "Not at all, Kennedy. We must try another day." + </p> + <p> + Mr Blackburn suspected that something untoward had happened in Kay's to + cause this sudden defection of the first fifteen of the house. He knew + that Kennedy was having a hard time in his new position, and he did not + wish to add to his discomfort by calling for an explanation before an + audience. It could not be pleasant for Kennedy to feel that his enemies + had scored off him. It was best to preserve a discreet silence with regard + to the whole affair, and leave him to settle it for himself. + </p> + <p> + Jimmy Silver was more curious. He took Kennedy off to tea in his study, + sat him down in the best chair in front of the fire, and proceeded to urge + him to confess everything. + </p> + <p> + "Now, then, what's it all about?" he asked, briskly, spearing a muffin on + the fork and beginning to toast. + </p> + <p> + "It's no good asking me," said Kennedy. "I suppose it's a put-up job to + make me look a fool. I ought to have known something of this kind would + happen when I saw what they did to my first notice." + </p> + <p> + "What was that?" + </p> + <p> + Kennedy explained. + </p> + <p> + "This is getting thrilling," said Jimmy. "Just pass that plate. Thanks. + What are you going to do about it?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know. What would you do?" + </p> + <p> + "My dear chap, I'd first find out who was at the bottom of it—there's + bound to be one man who started the whole thing—and I'd make it my + aim in life to give him the warmest ten minutes he'd ever had." + </p> + <p> + "That sounds all right. But how would you set about it?" + </p> + <p> + "Why, touch him up, of course. What else would you do? Before the whole + house, too." + </p> + <p> + "Supposing he wouldn't be touched up?" + </p> + <p> + "Wouldn't <i>be!</i> He'd have to." + </p> + <p> + "You don't know Kay's, Jimmy. You're thinking what you'd do if this had + happened in Blackburn's. The two things aren't the same. Here the man + would probably take it like a lamb. The feeling of the house would be + against him. He'd find nobody to back him up. That's because Blackburn's + is a decent house instead of being a sink like Kay's. If I tried the + touching-up before the whole house game with our chaps, the man would + probably reply by going for me, assisted by the whole strength of the + company." + </p> + <p> + "Well, dash it all then, all you've got to do is to call a prefects' + meeting, and he'll get ten times worse beans from them than he'd have got + from you. It's simple." + </p> + <p> + Kennedy stared into the fire pensively. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know," he said. "I bar that prefects' meeting business. It always + seems rather feeble to me, lugging in a lot of chaps to help settle some + one you can't manage yourself. I want to carry this job through on my + own." + </p> + <p> + "Then you'd better scrap with the man." + </p> + <p> + "I think I will." + </p> + <p> + Silver stared. + </p> + <p> + "Don't be an ass," he said. "I was only rotting. You can't go fighting all + over the shop as if you were a fag. You'd lose your prefect's cap if it + came out." + </p> + <p> + "I could wear my topper," said Kennedy, with a grin. "You see," he added, + "I've not much choice. I must do something. If I took no notice of this + business there'd be no holding the house. I should be ragged to death. + It's no good talking about it. Personally, I should prefer touching the + chap up to fighting him, and I shall try it on. But he's not likely to + meet me half-way. And if he doesn't there'll be an interesting turn-up, + and you shall hold the watch. I'll send a kid round to fetch you when + things look like starting. I must go now to interview my missing men. So + long. Mind you slip round directly I send for you." + </p> + <p> + "Wait a second. Don't be in such a beastly hurry. Who's the chap you're + going to fight?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know yet. Walton, I should think. But I don't know." + </p> + <p> + "Walton! By Jove, it'll be worth seeing, anyhow, if we <i>are</i> both + sacked for it when the Old Man finds out." + </p> + <p> + Kennedy returned to his study and changed his football boots for a pair of + gymnasium shoes. For the job he had in hand it was necessary that he + should move quickly, and football boots are a nuisance on a board floor. + When he had changed, he called Spencer. + </p> + <p> + "Go down to the senior dayroom," he said, "and tell MacPherson I want to + see him." + </p> + <p> + MacPherson was a long, weak-looking youth. He had been put down to play + for the house that day, and had not appeared. + </p> + <p> + "MacPherson!" said the fag, in a tone of astonishment, "not Walton?" + </p> + <p> + He had been looking forward to the meeting between Kennedy and his ancient + foe, and to have a miserable being like MacPherson offered as a substitute + disgusted him. + </p> + <p> + "If you have no objection," said Kennedy, politely, "I may want you to + fetch Walton later on." + </p> + <p> + Spencer vanished, hopeful once more. + </p> + <p> + "Come in, MacPherson," said Kennedy, on the arrival of the long one; "shut + the door." + </p> + <p> + MacPherson did so, feeling as if he were paying a visit to the dentist. As + long as there had been others with him in this affair he had looked on it + as a splendid idea. But to be singled out like this was quite a different + thing. + </p> + <p> + "Now," said Kennedy, "Why weren't you on the field this afternoon?" + </p> + <p> + "I—er—I was kept in." + </p> + <p> + "How long?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh—er—till about five." + </p> + <p> + "What do you call about five?" + </p> + <p> + "About twenty-five to," he replied, despondently. + </p> + <p> + "Now look here," said Kennedy, briskly, "I'm just going to explain to you + exactly how I stand in this business, so you'd better attend. I didn't ask + to be made head of this sewage depot. If I could have had any choice, I + wouldn't have touched a Kayite with a barge-pole. But since I am head, I'm + going to be it, and the sooner you and your senior dayroom crew realise it + the better. This sort of thing isn't going on. I want to know now who it + was put up this job. You wouldn't have the cheek to start a thing like + this yourself. Who was it?" + </p> + <p> + "Well—er—" + </p> + <p> + "You'd better say, and be quick, too. I can't wait. Whoever it was. I + shan't tell him you told me. And I shan't tell Kay. So now you can go + ahead. Who was it?" + </p> + <p> + "Well—er—Walton." + </p> + <p> + "I thought so. Now you can get out. If you see Spencer, send him here." + </p> + <p> + Spencer, curiously enough, was just outside the door. So close to it, + indeed, that he almost tumbled in when MacPherson opened it. + </p> + <p> + "Go and fetch Walton," said Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + Spencer dashed off delightedly, and in a couple of minutes Walton + appeared. He walked in with an air of subdued defiance, and slammed the + door. + </p> + <p> + "Don't bang the door like that," said Kennedy. "Why didn't you turn out + today?" + </p> + <p> + "I was kept in." + </p> + <p> + "Couldn't you get out in time to play?" + </p> + <p> + "No." + </p> + <p> + "When did you get out?" + </p> + <p> + "Six." + </p> + <p> + "Not before?" + </p> + <p> + "I said six." + </p> + <p> + "Then how did you manage to go down town—without leave, by the way, + but that's a detail—at half-past five?" + </p> + <p> + "All right," said Walton; "better call me a liar." + </p> + <p> + "Good suggestion," said Kennedy, cheerfully; "I will." + </p> + <p> + "It's all very well," said Walton. "You know jolly well you can say + anything you like. I can't do anything to you. You'd have me up before the + prefects." + </p> + <p> + "Not a bit of it. This is a private affair between ourselves. I'm not + going to drag the prefects into it. You seem to want to make this house + worse than it is. I want to make it more or less decent. We can't both + have what we want." + </p> + <p> + There was a pause. + </p> + <p> + "When would it be convenient for you to be touched up before the whole + house?" inquired Kennedy, pleasantly. + </p> + <p> + "What?" + </p> + <p> + "Well, you see, it seems the only thing. I must take it out of some one + for this house-match business, and you started it. Will tonight suit you, + after supper?" + </p> + <p> + "You'll get it hot if you try to touch me." + </p> + <p> + "We'll see." + </p> + <p> + "You'd funk taking me on in a scrap," said Walton. + </p> + <p> + "Would I? As a matter of fact, a scrap would suit me just as well. Better. + Are you ready now?" + </p> + <p> + "Quite, thanks," sneered Walton. "I've knocked you out before, and I'll do + it again." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, then it was you that night at camp? I thought so. I spotted your + style. Hitting a chap when he wasn't ready, you know, and so on. Now, if + you'll wait a minute, I'll send across to Blackburn's for Silver. I told + him I should probably want him as a time-keeper tonight." + </p> + <p> + "What do you want with Silver. Why won't Perry do?" + </p> + <p> + "Thanks, I'm afraid Perry's time-keeping wouldn't be impartial enough. + Silver, I think, if you don't mind." + </p> + <p> + Spencer was summoned once more, and despatched to Blackburn's. He returned + with Jimmy. + </p> + <p> + "Come in, Jimmy," said Kennedy. "Run away, Spencer. Walton and I are just + going to settle a point of order which has arisen, Jimmy. Will you hold + the watch? We ought just to have time before tea." + </p> + <p> + "Where?" asked Silver. + </p> + <p> + "My dormitory would be the best place. We can move the beds. I'll go and + get the keys." + </p> + <p> + Kennedy's dormitory was the largest in the house. After the beds had been + moved back, there was a space in the middle of fifteen feet one way, and + twelve the other—not a large ring, but large enough for two fighters + who meant business. + </p> + <p> + Walton took off his coat, waistcoat, and shirt. Kennedy, who was still in + football clothes, removed his blazer. + </p> + <p> + "Half a second," said Jimmy Silver—"what length rounds?" + </p> + <p> + "Two minutes?" said Kennedy to Walton. + </p> + <p> + "All right," growled Walton. + </p> + <p> + "Two minutes, then, and half a minute in between." + </p> + <p> + "Are you both ready?" asked Jimmy, from his seat on the chest of drawers. + </p> + <p> + Kennedy and Walton advanced into the middle of the impromptu ring. + </p> + <p> + There was dead silence for a moment. + </p> + <p> + "Time!" said Jimmy Silver. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XIII — THE FIGHT IN THE DORMITORY + </h2> + <p> + Stating it broadly, fighters may be said to be divided into two classes—those + who are content to take two blows if they can give three in return, and + those who prefer to receive as little punishment as possible, even at the + expense of scoring fewer points themselves. Kennedy's position, when Jimmy + Silver called time, was peculiar. On all the other occasions on which he + had fought—with the gloves on in the annual competition, and at the + assault-at-arms—he had gone in for the policy of taking all that the + other man liked to give him, and giving rather more in exchange. Now, + however, he was obliged to alter his whole style. For a variety of reasons + it was necessary that he should come out of this fight with as few marks + as possible. To begin with, he represented, in a sense, the Majesty of the + Law. He was tackling Walton more by way of an object-lesson to the Kayite + mutineers than for his own personal satisfaction. The object-lesson would + lose in impressiveness if he were compelled to go about for a week or so + with a pair of black eyes, or other adornments of a similar kind. Again—and + this was even more important—if he was badly marked the affair must + come to the knowledge of the headmaster. Being a prefect, and in the sixth + form, he came into contact with the Head every day, and the disclosure of + the fact that he had been engaged in a pitched battle with a member of his + house, who was, in addition to other disadvantages, very low down in the + school, would be likely to lead to unpleasantness. A school prefect of + Eckleton was supposed to be hedged about with so much dignity that he + could quell turbulent inferiors with a glance. The idea of one of the + august body lowering himself to the extent of emphasising his authority + with the bare knuckle would scandalise the powers. + </p> + <p> + So Kennedy, rising at the call of time from the bed on which he sat, came + up to the scratch warily. + </p> + <p> + Walton, on the other hand, having everything to gain and nothing to lose, + and happy in the knowledge that no amount of bruises could do him any + harm, except physically, came on with the evident intention of making a + hurricane fight of it. He had very little science as a boxer. Heavy + two-handed slogging was his forte, and, as the majority of his opponents + up to the present had not had sufficient skill to discount his strength, + he had found this a very successful line of action. Kennedy and he had + never had the gloves on together. In the competition of the previous year + both had entered in their respective classes, Kennedy as a lightweight, + Walton in the middles, and both, after reaching the semi-final, had been + defeated by the narrowest of margins by men who had since left the school. + That had been in the previous Easter term, and, while Walton had remained + much the same as regards weight and strength, Kennedy, owing to a term of + hard bowling and a summer holiday spent in the open, had filled out. They + were now practically on an equality, as far as weight was concerned. As + for condition, that was all in favour of Kennedy. He played football in + his spare time. Walton, on the days when football was not compulsory, + smoked cigarettes. + </p> + <p> + Neither of the pair showed any desire to open the fight by shaking hands. + This was not a friendly spar. It was business. The first move was made by + Walton, who feinted with his right and dashed in to fight at close + quarters. It was not a convincing feint. At any rate, it did not deceive + Kennedy. He countered with his left, and swung his right at the body with + all the force he could put into the hit. Walton went back a pace, sparred + for a moment, then came in again, hitting heavily. Kennedy's counter + missed its mark this time. He just stopped a round sweep of Walton's + right, ducked to avoid a similar effort of his left, and they came + together in a clinch. + </p> + <p> + In a properly regulated glove-fight, the referee, on observing the + principals clinch, says, "Break away there, break away," in a sad, + reproachful voice, and the fighters separate without demur, being very + much alive to the fact that, as far as that contest is concerned, their + destinies are in his hands, and that any bad behaviour in the ring will + lose them the victory. But in an impromptu turn-up like this one, the + combatants show a tendency to ignore the rules so carefully mapped out by + the present Marquess of Queensberry's grandfather, and revert to the + conditions of warfare under which Cribb and Spring won their battles. + Kennedy and Walton, having clinched, proceeded to wrestle up and down the + room, while Jimmy Silver looked on from his eminence in pained surprise at + the sight of two men, who knew the rules of the ring, so far forgetting + themselves. + </p> + <p> + To do Kennedy justice, it was not his fault. He was only acting in + self-defence. Walton had started the hugging. Also, he had got the + under-grip, which, when neither man knows a great deal of the science of + wrestling, generally means victory. Kennedy was quite sure that he could + not throw his antagonist, but he hung on in the knowledge that the round + must be over shortly, when Walton would have to loose him. + </p> + <p> + "Time," said Jimmy Silver. + </p> + <p> + Kennedy instantly relaxed his grip, and in that instant Walton swung him + off his feet, and they came down together with a crash that shook the + room. Kennedy was underneath, and, as he fell, his head came into violent + contact with the iron support of a bed. + </p> + <p> + Jimmy Silver sprang down from his seat. + </p> + <p> + "What are you playing at, Walton? Didn't you hear me call time? It was a + beastly foul—the worst I ever saw. You ought to be sacked for a + thing like that. Look here, Kennedy, you needn't go on. I disqualify + Walton for fouling." + </p> + <p> + The usually genial James stammered with righteous indignation. + </p> + <p> + Kennedy sat down on a bed, dizzily. + </p> + <p> + "No," he said; "I'm going on." + </p> + <p> + "But he fouled you." + </p> + <p> + "I don't care. I'll look after myself. Is it time yet?" + </p> + <p> + "Ten seconds more, if you really are going on." + </p> + <p> + He climbed back on to the chest of drawers. + </p> + <p> + "Time." + </p> + <p> + Kennedy came up feeling weak and sick. The force with which he had hit his + head on the iron had left him dazed. + </p> + <p> + Walton rushed in as before. He had no chivalrous desire to spare his man + by way of compensation for fouling him. What monopolised his attention was + the evident fact that Kennedy was in a bad way, and that a little + strenuous infighting might end the affair in the desired manner. + </p> + <p> + It was at this point that Kennedy had reason to congratulate himself on + donning gymnasium shoes. They gave him that extra touch of lightness which + enabled him to dodge blows which he was too weak to parry. Everything was + vague and unreal to him. He seemed to be looking on at a fight between + Walton and some stranger. + </p> + <p> + Then the effect of his fall began to wear off. He could feel himself + growing stronger. Little by little his head cleared, and he began once + more to take a personal interest in the battle. It is astonishing what a + power a boxer, who has learnt the art carefully, has of automatic + fighting. The expert gentleman who fights under the pseudonym of "Kid + M'Coy" once informed the present writer that in one of his fights he was + knocked down by such a severe hit that he remembered nothing further, and + it was only on reading the paper next morning that he found, to his + surprise, that he had fought four more rounds after the blow, and won the + battle handsomely on points. Much the same thing happened to Kennedy. For + the greater part of the second round he fought without knowing it. When + Jimmy Silver called time he was in as good case as ever, and the only + effects of the blow on his head were a vast lump underneath the hair, and + a settled determination to win or perish. In a few minutes the bell would + ring for tea, and all his efforts would end in nothing. It was no good + fighting a draw with Walton if he meant to impress the house. He knew + exactly what Rumour, assisted by Walton, would make of the affair in that + case. "Have you heard the latest?" A would ask of B. "Why, Kennedy tried + to touch Walton up for not playing footer, and Walton went for him and + would have given him frightful beans, only they had to go down to tea." + There must be none of that sort of thing. + </p> + <p> + "Time," said Jimmy Silver, breaking in on his meditations. + </p> + <p> + It was probably the suddenness and unexpectedness of it that took Walton + aback. Up till now his antagonist had been fighting strictly on the + defensive, and was obviously desirous of escaping punishment as far as + might be possible. And then the fall at the end of round one had shaken + him up, so that he could hardly fight at all at their second meeting. + Walton naturally expected that it would be left to him to do the leading + in round three. Instead of this, however, Kennedy opened the round with + such a lightning attack that Walton was all abroad in a moment. In his + most scientific mood he had never had the remotest notion of how to guard. + He was aggressive and nothing else. Attacked by a quick hitter, he was + useless. Three times Kennedy got through his guard with his left. The + third hit staggered him. Before he could recover, Kennedy had got his + right in, and down went Walton in a heap. + </p> + <p> + He was up again as soon as he touched the boards, and down again almost as + soon as he was up. Kennedy was always a straight hitter, and now a + combination of good cause and bad temper—for the thought of the foul + in the first round had stirred what was normally a more or less placid + nature into extreme viciousness—lent a vigour to his left arm to + which he had hitherto been a stranger. He did not use his right again. It + was not needed. + </p> + <p> + Twice more Walton went down. He was still down when Jimmy Silver called + time. When the half-minute interval between the rounds was over, he stated + that he was not going on. + </p> + <p> + Kennedy looked across at him as he sat on a bed dabbing tenderly at his + face with a handkerchief, and was satisfied with the success of his + object-lesson. From his own face the most observant of headmasters could + have detected no evidence that he had been engaged in a vulgar fight. + Walton, on the other hand, looked as if he had been engaged in several—all + violent. Kennedy went off to his study to change, feeling that he had + advanced a long step on the thorny path that led to the Perfect House. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XIV — FENN RECEIVES A LETTER + </h2> + <p> + But the step was not such a very long one after all. What it amounted to + was simply this, that open rebellion ceased in Kay's. When Kennedy put up + the list on the notice-board for the third time, which he did on the + morning following his encounter with Walton, and wrote on it that the + match with Blackburn's would take place that afternoon, his team turned + out like lambs, and were duly defeated by thirty-one points. He had to + play a substitute for Walton, who was rather too battered to be of any + real use in the scrum; but, with that exception, the team that entered the + field was the same that should have entered it the day before. + </p> + <p> + But his labours in the Augean stables of Kay's were by no means over. + Practically they had only begun. The state of the house now was exactly + what it had been under Fenn. When Kennedy had taken over the reins, Kay's + had become on the instant twice as bad as it had been before. By his + summary treatment of the revolution, he had, so to speak, wiped off this + deficit. What he had to do now was to begin to improve things. Kay's was + now in its normal state—slack, rowdy in an underhand way, and + utterly useless to the school. It was "up to" Kennedy, as they say in + America, to start in and make something presentable and useful out of + these unpromising materials. + </p> + <p> + What annoyed him more than anything else was the knowledge that if only + Fenn chose to do the square thing and help him in his work, the + combination would be irresistible. It was impossible to make any leeway to + speak of by himself. If Fenn would only forget his grievances and join + forces with him, they could electrify the house. + </p> + <p> + Fenn, however, showed no inclination to do anything of the kind. He and + Kennedy never spoke to one another now except when it was absolutely + unavoidable, and then they behaved with that painful politeness in which + the public schoolman always wraps himself as in a garment when dealing + with a friend with whom he has quarrelled. + </p> + <p> + On the Walton episode Fenn had made no comment, though it is probable that + he thought a good deal. + </p> + <p> + It was while matters were in this strained condition that Fenn received a + letter from his elder brother. This brother had been at Eckleton in his + time—School House—and had left five years before to go to + Cambridge. Cambridge had not taught him a great deal, possibly because he + did not meet the well-meant efforts of his tutor half-way. The net result + of his three years at King's was—<i>imprimis</i>, a cricket blue, + including a rather lucky eighty-three at Lord's; secondly, a very poor + degree; thirdly and lastly, a taste for literature and the drama—he + had been a prominent member of the Footlights Club. When he came down he + looked about him for some occupation which should combine in happy + proportions a small amount of work and a large amount of salary, and, + finding none, drifted into journalism, at which calling he had been doing + very fairly ever since. + </p> + <p> + "Dear Bob," the letter began. Fenn's names were Robert Mowbray, the second + of which he had spent much of his time in concealing. "Just a line." + </p> + <p> + The elder Fenn always began his letters with these words, whether they ran + to one sheet or eight. In the present case the screed was not particularly + long. + </p> + <p> + "Do you remember my reading you a bit of an opera I was writing? Well, I + finished it, and, after going the round of most of the managers, who + chucked it with wonderful unanimity, it found an admirer in Higgs, the man + who took the part of the duke in <i>The Outsider</i>. Luckily, he happened + to be thinking of starting on his own in opera instead of farce, and + there's a part in mine which fits him like a glove. So he's going to bring + it out at the Imperial in the spring, and by way of testing the piece—trying + it on the dog, as it were—he means to tour with it. Now, here's the + point of this letter. We start at Eckleton next Wednesday. We shall only + be there one night, for we go on to Southampton on Thursday. I suppose you + couldn't come and see it? I remember Peter Brown, who got the last place + in the team the year I got my cricket colours, cutting out of his house + (Kay's, by the way) and going down town to see a piece at the theatre. I'm + bound to admit he got sacked for it, but still, it shows that it can be + done. All the same, I shouldn't try it on if I were you. You'll be able to + read all about the 'striking success' and 'unrestrained enthusiasm' in the + <i>Eckleton Mirror</i> on Thursday. Mind you buy a copy." + </p> + <p> + The rest of the letter was on other subjects. It took Fenn less than a + minute to decide to patronise that opening performance. He was never in + the habit of paying very much attention to risks when he wished to do + anything, and now he felt as if he cared even less than usual what might + be the outcome of the adventure. Since he had ceased to be on speaking + terms with Kennedy, he had found life decidedly dull. Kennedy had been his + only intimate friend. He had plenty of acquaintances, as a first eleven + and first fifteen man usually has, but none of them were very + entertaining. Consequently he welcomed the idea of a break in the monotony + of affairs. The only thing that had broken it up to the present had been a + burglary at the school house. Some enterprising marauder had broken in a + week before and gone off with a few articles of value from the + headmaster's drawing-room. But the members of the school house had talked + about this episode to such an extent that the rest of the school had + dropped off the subject, exhausted, and declined to discuss it further. + And things had become monotonous once more. + </p> + <p> + Having decided to go, Fenn began to consider how he should do it. And here + circumstances favoured him. It happened that on the evening on which his + brother's play was to be produced the headmaster was giving his + once-a-term dinner to the house-prefects. This simplified matters + wonderfully. The only time when his absence from the house was at all + likely to be discovered would be at prayers, which took place at half-past + nine. The prefects' dinner solved this difficulty for him. Kay would not + expect him to be at prayers, thinking he was over at the Head's, while the + Head, if he noticed his absence at all, would imagine that he was staying + away from the dinner owing to a headache or some other malady. It seemed + tempting Providence not to take advantage of such an excellent piece of + luck. For the rest, detection was practically impossible. Kennedy's advent + to the house had ousted Fenn from the dormitory in which he had slept + hitherto, and, there being no bed available in any of the other + dormitories, he had been put into the spare room usually reserved for + invalids whose invalidism was not of a sufficiently infectious kind to + demand their removal to the infirmary. As for getting back into the house, + he would leave the window of his study unfastened. He could easily climb + on to the window-ledge, and so to bed without let or hindrance. + </p> + <p> + The distance from Kay's to the town was a mile and a half. If he started + at the hour when he should have been starting for the school house, he + would arrive just in time to see the curtain go up. + </p> + <p> + Having settled these facts definitely in his mind, he got his books + together and went over to school. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XV — DOWN TOWN + </h2> + <p> + Fenn arrived at the theatre a quarter of an hour before the curtain rose. + Going down a gloomy alley of the High Street, he found himself at the + stage door, where he made inquiries of a depressed-looking man with a bad + cold in the head as to the whereabouts of his brother. It seemed that he + was with Mr Higgs. If he would wait, said the door-keeper, his name should + be sent up. Fenn waited, while the door-keeper made polite conversation by + describing his symptoms to him in a hoarse growl. Presently the minion who + had been despatched to the upper regions with Fenn's message returned. + Would he go upstairs, third door on the left. Fenn followed the + instructions, and found himself in a small room, a third of which was + filled by a huge iron-bound chest, another third by a very stout man and a + dressing-table, while the rest of the space was comparatively empty, being + occupied by a wooden chair with three legs. On this seat his brother was + trying to balance himself, giving what part of his attention was not + required for this feat to listening to some story the fat man was telling + him. Fenn had heard his deep voice booming as he went up the passage. + </p> + <p> + His brother did the honours. + </p> + <p> + "Glad to see you, glad to see you," said Mr Higgs, for the fat man was + none other than that celebrity. "Take a seat." + </p> + <p> + Fenn sat down on the chest and promptly tore his trousers on a jagged + piece of iron. + </p> + <p> + "These provincial dressing-rooms!" said Mr Higgs, by way of comment. "No + room! Never any room! No chairs! Nothing!" + </p> + <p> + He spoke in short, quick sentences, and gasped between each. Fenn said it + really didn't matter—he was quite comfortable. + </p> + <p> + "Haven't they done anything about it?" asked Fenn's brother, resuming the + conversation which Fenn's entrance had interrupted. "We've been having a + burglary here," he explained. "Somebody got into the theatre last night + through a window. I don't know what they expected to find." + </p> + <p> + "Why," said Fenn, "we've had a burglar up our way too. Chap broke into the + school house and went through the old man's drawing-room. The school house + men have been talking about nothing else ever since. I wonder if it's the + same crew." + </p> + <p> + Mr Higgs turned in his chair, and waved a stick of grease paint + impressively to emphasise his point. + </p> + <p> + "There," he said. "There! What I've been saying all along. No doubt of it. + Organised gang. And what are the police doing? Nothing, sir, nothing. + Making inquiries. Rot! What's the good of inquiries?" + </p> + <p> + Fenn's brother suggested mildly that inquiries were a good beginning. You + <i>must</i> start somehow. Mr Higgs scouted the idea. + </p> + <p> + "There ought not to be any doubt, sir. They ought to <i>know</i>. To + KNOW," he added, with firmness. + </p> + <p> + At this point there filtered through the closed doors the strains of the + opening chorus. + </p> + <p> + "By Jove, it's begun!" said Fenn's brother. "Come on, Bob." + </p> + <p> + "Where are we going to?" asked Fenn, as he followed. "The wings?" + </p> + <p> + But it seemed that the rules of Mr Higgs' company prevented any outsider + taking up his position in that desirable quarter. The only place from + which it was possible to watch the performance, except by going to the + front of the house, was the "flies," situated near the roof of the + building. + </p> + <p> + Fenn found all the pleasures of novelty in watching the players from this + lofty position. Judged by the cold light of reason, it was not the best + place from which to see a play. It was possible to gain only a very + foreshortened view of the actors. But it was a change after sitting "in + front". + </p> + <p> + The piece was progressing merrily. The gifted author, at first silent and + pale, began now to show signs of gratification. Now and again he chuckled + as some <i>jeu de mots</i> hit the mark and drew a quick gust of laughter + from the unseen audience. Occasionally he would nudge Fenn to draw his + attention to some good bit of dialogue which was approaching. He was + obviously enjoying himself. + </p> + <p> + The advent of Mr Higgs completed his satisfaction, for the audience + greeted the comedian with roars of applause. As a rule Eckleton took its + drama through the medium of third-rate touring companies, which came down + with plays that had not managed to attract London to any great extent, and + were trying to make up for failures in the metropolis by long tours in the + provinces. It was seldom that an actor of the Higgs type paid the town a + visit, and in a play, too, which had positively never appeared before on + any stage. Eckleton appreciated the compliment. + </p> + <p> + "Listen," said Fenn's brother. "Isn't that just the part for him? It's + just like he was in the dressing-room, eh? Short sentences and everything. + The funny part of it is that I didn't know the man when I wrote the play. + It was all luck." + </p> + <p> + Mr Higgs' performance sealed the success of the piece. The house laughed + at everything he said. He sang a song in his gasping way, and they laughed + still more. Fenn's brother became incoherent with delight. The verdict of + Eckleton was hardly likely to affect London theatre-goers, but it was very + pleasant notwithstanding. Like every playwright with his first piece, he + had been haunted by the idea that his dialogue "would not act", that, + however humorous it might be to a reader, it would fall flat when spoken. + There was no doubt now as to whether the lines sounded well. + </p> + <p> + At the beginning of the second act the great Higgs was not on the stage, + Fenn's brother knowing enough of the game not to bring on his big man too + soon. He had not to enter for ten minutes or so. The author, who had gone + down to see him during the interval, stayed in the dressing-room. Fenn, + however, who wanted to see all of the piece that he could, went up to the + "flies" again. + </p> + <p> + It occurred to him when he got there that he would see more if he took the + seat which his brother had been occupying. It would give him much the same + view of the stage, and a wider view of the audience. He thought it would + be amusing to see how the audience looked from the "flies". + </p> + <p> + Mr W. S. Gilbert once wrote a poem about a certain bishop who, while fond + of amusing himself, objected to his clergy doing likewise. And the + consequence was that whenever he did so amuse himself, he was always + haunted by a phantom curate, who joined him in his pleasures, much to his + dismay. On one occasion he stopped to watch a Punch and Judy show, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + And heard, as Punch was being treated penally, + That phantom curate laughing all hyaenally. +</pre> + <p> + The disgust and panic of this eminent cleric was as nothing compared with + that of Fenn, when, shifting to his brother's seat, he got the first clear + view he had had of the audience. In a box to the left of the dress-circle + sat, "laughing all hyaenally", the following distinguished visitors: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Mr Mulholland of No. 7 College Buildings. + Mr Raynes of No. 4 ditto, + and + Mr Kay. +</pre> + <p> + Fenn drew back like a flash, knocking his chair over as he did so. + </p> + <p> + "Giddy, sir?" said a stage hand, pleasantly. "Bless you, lots of gents is + like that when they comes up here. Can't stand the 'eight, they can't. + You'll be all right in a jiffy." + </p> + <p> + "Yes. It—it is rather high, isn't it?" said Fenn. "Awful glare, + too." + </p> + <p> + He picked up his chair and sat down well out of sight of the box. Had they + seen him? he wondered. Then common sense returned to him. They could not + possibly have seen him. Apart from any other reasons, he had only been in + his brother's seat for half-a-dozen seconds. No. He was all right so far. + But he would have to get back to the house, and at once. With three of the + staff, including his own house-master, ranging the town, things were a + trifle too warm for comfort. He wondered it had not occurred to him that, + with a big attraction at the theatre, some of the staff might feel an + inclination to visit it. + </p> + <p> + He did not stop to say goodbye to his brother. Descending from his perch, + he hurried to the stage door. + </p> + <p> + "It's in the toobs that I feel it, sir." said the door-keeper, as he let + him out, resuming their conversation as if they had only just parted. Fenn + hurried off without waiting to hear more. + </p> + <p> + It was drizzling outside, and there was a fog. Not a "London particular", + but quite thick enough to make it difficult to see where one was going. + People and vehicles passed him, vague phantoms in the darkness. + Occasionally the former collided with him. He began to wish he had not + accepted his brother's invitation. The unexpected sight of the three + masters had shaken his nerve. Till then only the romantic, adventurous + side of the expedition had struck him. Now the risks began to loom larger + in his mind. It was all very well, he felt, to think, as he had done, that + he would be expelled if found out, but that all the same he would risk it. + Detection then had seemed a remote contingency. With three masters in the + offing it became at least a possibility. The melancholy case of Peter + Brown seemed to him now to have a more personal significance for him. + </p> + <p> + Wrapped in these reflections, he lost his way. + </p> + <p> + He did not realise this for some time. It was borne in upon him when the + road he was taking suddenly came to an abrupt end in a blank wall. Instead + of being, as he had fancied, in the High Street, he must have branched off + into some miserable blind alley. + </p> + <p> + More than ever he wished he had not come. Eckleton was not a town that + took up a great deal of room on the map of England, but it made up for + small dimensions by the eccentricity with which it had been laid out. On a + dark and foggy night, to one who knew little of its geography, it was a + perfect maze. + </p> + <p> + Fenn had wandered some way when the sound of someone whistling a popular + music-hall song came to him through the gloom. He had never heard anything + more agreeable. + </p> + <p> + "I say," he shouted at a venture, "can you tell me the way to the High + Street?" + </p> + <p> + The whistler stopped in the middle of a bar, and presently Fenn saw a + figure sidling towards him in what struck him as a particularly furtive + manner. + </p> + <p> + "Wot's thet, gav'nor?" + </p> + <p> + "Can you tell me where the High Street is? I've lost my way." + </p> + <p> + The vague figure came closer. + </p> + <p> + "'Igh Street? Yus; yer go—" + </p> + <p> + A hand shot out, Fenn felt a sharp wrench in the region of his waistcoat, + and a moment later the stranger had vanished into the fog with the + prefect's watch and chain. + </p> + <p> + Fenn forgot his desire to return to the High Street. He forgot everything + except that he wished to catch the fugitive, maltreat him, and retrieve + his property. He tore in the direction whence came the patter of + retreating foot-steps. + </p> + <p> + There were moments when he thought he had him, when he could hear the + sound of his breathing. But the fog was against him. Just as he was almost + on his man's heels, the fugitive turned sharply into a street which was + moderately well lighted. Fenn turned after him. He had just time to + recognise the street as his goal, the High Street, when somebody, walking + unexpectedly out of the corner house, stood directly in his path. Fenn + could not stop himself. He charged the man squarely, clutched him to save + himself, and they fell in a heap on the pavement. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0016" id="link2H_4_0016"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XVI — WHAT HAPPENED TO FENN + </h2> + <p> + Fenn was up first. Many years' experience of being tackled at full speed + on the football field had taught him how to fall. The stranger, whose + football days, if he had ever had any, were long past, had gone down with + a crash, and remained on the pavement, motionless. Fenn was conscious of + an ignoble impulse to fly without stopping to chat about the matter. Then + he was seized with a gruesome fear that he had injured the man seriously, + which vanished when the stranger sat up. His first words were hardly of + the sort that one would listen to from choice. His first printable + expression, which did not escape him until he had been speaking some time, + was in the nature of an official bulletin. + </p> + <p> + "You've broken my neck," said he. + </p> + <p> + Fenn renewed his apologies and explanations. + </p> + <p> + "Your watch!" cried the man in a high, cracked voice. "Don't stand there + talking about your watch, but help me up. What do I care about your watch? + Why don't you look where you are going to? Now then, now then, don't hoist + me as if I were a hod of bricks. That's right. Now help me indoors, and go + away." + </p> + <p> + Fenn supported him while he walked lamely into the house. He was relieved + to find that there was nothing more the matter with him than a shaking and + a few bruises. + </p> + <p> + "Door on the left," said the injured one. + </p> + <p> + Fenn led him down the passage and into a small sitting-room. The gas was + lit, and as he turned it up he saw that the stranger was a man well + advanced in years. He had grey hair that was almost white. His face was + not a pleasant one. It was a mass of lines and wrinkles from which a + physiognomist would have deduced uncomplimentary conclusions as to his + character. Fenn had little skill in that way, but he felt that for some + reason he disliked the man, whose eyes, which were small and + extraordinarily bright, gave rather an eerie look to his face. + </p> + <p> + "Go away, go away," he kept repeating savagely from his post on the shabby + sofa on which Fenn had deposited him. + </p> + <p> + "But are you all right? Can't I get you something?" asked the Eckletonian. + </p> + <p> + "Go away, go away," repeated the man. + </p> + <p> + Conversation on these lines could never be really attractive. Fenn turned + to go. As he closed the door and began to feel his way along the dark + passage, he heard the key turn in the lock behind him. The man could not, + he felt, have been very badly hurt if he were able to get across the room + so quickly. The thought relieved him somewhat. Nobody likes to have the + maiming even of the most complete stranger on his mind. The sensation of + relief lasted possibly three seconds. Then it flashed upon him that in the + excitement of the late interview he had forgotten his cap. That damaging + piece of evidence lay on the table in the sitting-room, and between him + and it was a locked door. + </p> + <p> + He groped his way back, and knocked. No sound came from the room. + </p> + <p> + "I say," he cried, "you might let me have my cap. I left it on the table." + </p> + <p> + No reply. + </p> + <p> + Fenn half thought of making a violent assault on the door. He refrained on + reflecting that it would be useless. If he could break it open—which, + in all probability, he could not—there would be trouble such as he + had never come across in his life. He was not sure it would not be an + offence for which he would be rendered liable to fine or imprisonment. At + any rate, it would mean the certain detection of his visit to the town. So + he gave the thing up, resolving to return on the morrow and reopen + negotiations. For the present, what he had to do was to get safely back to + his house. He had lost his watch, his cap with his name in it was in the + hands of an evil old man who evidently bore him a grudge, and he had to + run the gauntlet of three house-masters and get to bed <i>via</i> a + study-window. Few people, even after the dullest of plays, have returned + from the theatre so disgusted with everything as did Fenn. Reviewing the + situation as he ran with long, easy strides over the road that led to + Kay's, he found it devoid of any kind of comfort. Unless his mission in + quest of the cap should prove successful, he was in a tight place. + </p> + <p> + It is just as well that the gift of second sight is accorded to but few. + If Fenn could have known at this point that his adventures were only + beginning, that what had taken place already was but as the overture to a + drama, it is possible that he would have thrown up the sponge for good and + all, entered Kay's by way of the front door—after knocking up the + entire household—and remarked, in answer to his house-master's + excited questions, "Enough! Enough! I am a victim of Fate, a Toad beneath + the Harrow. Sack me tomorrow, if you like, but for goodness' sake let me + get quietly to bed now." + </p> + <p> + As it was, not being able to "peep with security into futurity," he + imagined that the worst was over. + </p> + <p> + He began to revise this opinion immediately on turning in at Kay's gate. + He had hardly got half-way down the drive when the front door opened and + two indistinct figures came down the steps. As they did so his foot + slipped off the grass border on which he was running to deaden the noise + of his steps, and grated sharply on the gravel. + </p> + <p> + "What's that?" said a voice. The speaker was Mr Kay. + </p> + <p> + "What's what?" replied a second voice which he recognised as Mr + Mulholland's. + </p> + <p> + "Didn't you hear a noise?" + </p> + <p> + "'I heard the water lapping on the crag,'" replied Mr Mulholland, + poetically. + </p> + <p> + "It was over there," persisted Mr Kay. "I am certain I heard something—positively + certain, Mulholland. And after that burglary at the school house—" + </p> + <p> + He began to move towards the spot where Fenn lay crouching behind a bush. + Mr Mulholland followed, mildly amused. They were a dozen yards away when + Fenn, debating in his mind whether it would not be better—as it + would certainly be more dignified—for him to rise and deliver + himself up to justice instead of waiting to be discovered wallowing in the + damp grass behind a laurel bush, was aware of something soft and furry + pressing against his knuckles. A soft purring sound reached his ears. + </p> + <p> + He knew at once who it was—Thomas Edward, the matron's cat, ever a + staunch friend of his. Many a time had they taken tea together in his + study in happier days. The friendly animal had sought him out in his + hiding-place, and was evidently trying to intimate that the best thing + they could do now would be to make a regular night of it. + </p> + <p> + Fenn, as I have said, liked and respected Thomas. In ordinary + circumstances he would not have spoken an unfriendly word to him. But + things were desperate now, and needed remedies to match. + </p> + <p> + Very softly he passed his hand down the delighted animal's back until he + reached his tail. Then, stifling with an effort all the finer feelings + which should have made such an act impossible, he administered so vigorous + a tweak to that appendage that Thomas, with one frenzied yowl, sprang + through the bush past the two masters and vanished at full speed into the + opposite hedge. + </p> + <p> + "My goodness!" said Mr Kay, starting back. + </p> + <p> + It was a further shock to Fenn to find how close he was to the laurel. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "'Goodness me, + Why, what was that? + Silent be, + It was the cat,'" +</pre> + <p> + chanted Mr Mulholland, who was in poetical vein after the theatre. + </p> + <p> + "It was a cat!" gasped Mr Kay. + </p> + <p> + "So I am disposed to imagine. What lungs! We shall be having the + R.S.P.C.A. down on us if we aren't careful. They must have heard that + noise at the headquarters of the Society, wherever they are. Well, if your + zeal for big game hunting is satisfied, and you don't propose to follow + the vocalist through that hedge, I think I will be off. Good night. Good + piece, wasn't it?" + </p> + <p> + "Excellent. Good night, Mulholland." + </p> + <p> + "By the way, I wonder if the man who wrote it is a relation of our Fenn. + It may be his brother—I believe he writes. You probably remember him + when he was here. He was before my time. Talking of Fenn, how do you find + the new arrangement answer? Is Kennedy an improvement?" + </p> + <p> + "Kennedy," said Mr Kay, "is a well-meaning boy, I think. Quite + well-meaning. But he lacks ability, in my opinion. I have had to speak to + him on several occasions on account of disturbances amongst the juniors. + Once I found two boys actually fighting in the junior dayroom. I was very + much annoyed about it." + </p> + <p> + "And where was Kennedy while this was going on? Was he holding the watch?" + </p> + <p> + "The watch?" said Mr Kay, in a puzzled tone of voice. "Kennedy was over at + the gymnasium when it occurred." + </p> + <p> + "Then it was hardly his fault that the fight took place." + </p> + <p> + "My dear Mulholland, if the head of a house is efficient, fights should be + impossible. Even when he is not present, his influence, his prestige, so + to speak, should be sufficient to restrain the boys under him." + </p> + <p> + Mr Mulholland whistled softly. + </p> + <p> + "So that's your idea of what the head of your house should be like, is it? + Well, I know of one fellow who would have been just your man. + Unfortunately, he is never likely to come to school at Eckleton." + </p> + <p> + "Indeed?" said Mr Kay, with interest. "Who is that? Where did you meet + him? What school is he at?" + </p> + <p> + "I never said I had met him. I only go by what I have heard of him. And as + far as I know, he is not at any school. He was a gentleman of the name of + Napoleon Bonaparte. He might just have been equal to the arduous duties + which devolve upon the head of your house. Goodnight." + </p> + <p> + And Fenn heard his footsteps crunch the gravel as he walked away. A minute + later the front door shut, and there was a rattle. Mr Kay had put the + chain up and retired for the night. + </p> + <p> + Fenn lay where he was for a short while longer. Then he rose, feeling very + stiff and wet, and crept into one of the summer-houses which stood in Mr + Kay's garden. Here he sat for an hour and a half, at the end of which + time, thinking that Mr Kay must be asleep, he started out to climb into + the house. + </p> + <p> + His study was on the first floor. A high garden-seat stood directly + beneath the window and acted as a convenient ladder. It was easy to get + from this on to the window-ledge. Once there he could open the window, and + the rest would be plain sailing. + </p> + <p> + Unhappily, there was one flaw in his scheme. He had conceived that scheme + in the expectation that the window would be as he had left it. + </p> + <p> + But it was not. + </p> + <p> + During his absence somebody had shot the bolt. And, try his hardest, he + could not move the sash an inch. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0017" id="link2H_4_0017"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XVII — FENN HUNTS FOR HIMSELF + </h2> + <p> + Nobody knows for certain the feelings of the camel when his proprietor + placed that last straw on his back. The incident happened so long ago. If + it had occurred in modern times, he would probably have contributed a + first-hand report to the <i>Daily Mail.</i> But it is very likely that he + felt on that occasion exactly as Fenn felt when, after a night of + unparalleled misadventure, he found that somebody had cut off his retreat + by latching the window. After a gruelling race Fate had just beaten him on + the tape. + </p> + <p> + There was no doubt about its being latched. The sash had not merely stuck. + He put all he knew into the effort to raise it, but without a hint of + success. After three attempts he climbed down again and, sitting on the + garden-seat, began to review his position. + </p> + <p> + If one has an active mind and a fair degree of optimism, the effect of the + "staggerers" administered by Fate passes off after a while. Fenn had both. + The consequence was that, after ten minutes of grey despair, he was + relieved by a faint hope that there might be some other way into the house + than through his study. Anyhow, it would be worth while to investigate. + </p> + <p> + His study was at the side of the house. At the back were the kitchen, the + scullery, and the dining-room, and above these more studies and a couple + of dormitories. As a last resort he might fling rocks and other solids at + the windows until he woke somebody up. But he did not feel like trying + this plan until every other had failed. He had no desire to let a + garrulous dormitory into the secret of his wanderings. What he hoped was + that he might find one of the lower windows open. + </p> + <p> + And so he did. + </p> + <p> + As he turned the corner of the house he saw what he had been looking for. + The very first window was wide open. His spirits shot up, and for the + first time since he had left the theatre he was conscious of taking a + pleasure in his adventurous career. Fate was with him after all. He could + not help smiling as he remembered how he had felt during that ten minutes + on the garden-seat, when the future seemed blank and devoid of any comfort + whatsoever. And all the time he could have got in without an effort, if he + had only thought of walking half a dozen yards. + </p> + <p> + Now that the way was open to him, he wasted no time. He climbed through + into the dark room. He was not certain which room it was, in spite of his + lengthy residence at Kay's. + </p> + <p> + He let himself down softly till his foot touched the floor. After a + moment's pause he moved forward a step. Then another. At the third step + his knee struck the leg of a table. He must be in the dining-room. If so, + he was all right. He could find his way up to his room with his eyes shut. + It was easy to find out for certain. The walls of the dining-room at + Kay's, as in the other houses, were covered with photographs. He walked + gingerly in the direction in which he imagined the nearest wall to be, + reached it, and passed his hand along it. Yes, there were photographs. + Then all he had to do was to find the table again, make his way along it, + and when he got to the end the door would be a yard or so to his left. The + programme seemed simple and attractive. But it was added to in a manner + which he had not foreseen. Feeling his way back to the table, he upset a + chair. If he had upset a cart-load of coal on to a sheet of tin it could + not, so it seemed to him in the disordered state of his nerves, have made + more noise. It went down with an appalling crash, striking the table on + its way. "This," thought Fenn, savagely, as he waited, listening, "is + where I get collared. What a fool I am to barge about like this." + </p> + <p> + He felt that the echoes of that crash must have penetrated to every corner + of the house. But no one came. Perhaps, after all, the noise had not been + so great. He proceeded on his journey down the table, feeling every inch + of the way. The place seemed one bristling mass of chairs. But, by the + exercise of consummate caution, he upset no more and won through at last + in safety to the door. + </p> + <p> + It was at this point that the really lively and exciting part of his + adventure began. Compared with what was to follow, his evening had been up + to the present dull and monotonous. + </p> + <p> + As he opened the door there was a sudden stir and crash at the other end + of the room. Fenn had upset one chair and the noise had nearly deafened + him. Now chairs seemed to be falling in dozens. Bang! Bang! Crash!! (two + that time). And then somebody shot through the window like a harlequin and + dashed away across the lawn. Fenn could hear his footsteps thudding on the + soft turf. And at the same moment other footsteps made themselves heard. + </p> + <p> + Somebody was coming downstairs. + </p> + <p> + "Who is that? Is anybody there?" + </p> + <p> + It was Mr Kay's voice, unmistakably nervous. Fenn darted from the door and + across the passage. At the other side was a boot-cupboard. It was his only + refuge in that direction. What he ought to have done was to leave the + dining-room by the opposite door, which led <i>via</i> a corridor to the + junior dayroom. But he lost his head, and instead of bolting away from the + enemy, went towards him. + </p> + <p> + The stairs down which Mr Kay was approaching were at the end of the + passage. To reach the dining-room one turned to the right. Beyond the + stairs on the left the passage ended in a wall, so that Mr Kay was bound + to take the right direction in the search. Fenn wondered if he had a + pistol. Not that he cared very much. If the house-master was going to find + him, it would be very little extra discomfort to be shot at. And Mr Kay's + talents as a marksman were in all probability limited to picking off + sitting haystacks. The important point was that he had a candle. A faint + yellow glow preceded him down the stairs. Playing hide-and-seek with him + in the dark, Fenn might have slipped past in safety; but the candle made + that impossible. + </p> + <p> + He found the boot-room door and slipped through just as Mr Kay turned the + corner. With a thrill of pleasure he found that there was a key inside. He + turned it as quietly as he could, but nevertheless it grated. Having done + this, and seeing nothing else that he could do except await developments, + he sat down on the floor among the boots. It was not a dignified position + for a man who had played for his county while still at school, but just + then he would not have exchanged it for a throne—if the throne had + been placed in the passage or the dining-room. + </p> + <p> + The only question was—had he been seen or heard? He thought not; but + his heart began to beat furiously as the footsteps stopped outside the + cupboard door and unseen fingers rattled the handle. + </p> + <p> + Twice Mr Kay tried the handle, but, finding the cupboard locked, passed on + into the dining-room. The light of the candle ceased to shine under the + door, and Fenn was once more in inky darkness. + </p> + <p> + He listened intently. A minute later he had made his second mistake. + Instead of waiting, as he should have done, until Mr Kay had retired for + good, he unlocked the door directly he had passed, and when a muffled + crash told him that the house-master was in the dining-room among the + chairs, out he came and fled softly upstairs towards his bedroom. He + thought that Mr Kay might possibly take it into his head to go round the + dormitories to make certain that all the members of his house were in. In + which case all would be discovered. + </p> + <p> + When he reached his room he began to fling off his clothes with feverish + haste. Once in bed all would be well. + </p> + <p> + He had got out of his boots, his coat, and his waistcoat, and was + beginning to feel that electric sensation of triumph which only conies to + the man who <i>just</i> pulls through, when he heard Mr Kay coming down + the corridor towards his room. The burglar-hunter, returning from the + dining-room in the full belief that the miscreant had escaped through the + open window, had had all his ardour for the chase redoubled by the sight + of the cupboard door, which Fenn in his hurry had not remembered to close. + Mr Kay had made certain by two separate trials that that door had been + locked. And now it was wide open. Ergo, the apostle of the jemmy and the + skeleton key must still be in the house. Mr Kay, secure in the + recollection that burglars never show fight if they can possibly help it, + determined to search the house. + </p> + <p> + Fenn made up his mind swiftly. There was no time to finish dressing. Mr + Kay, peering round, might note the absence of the rest of his clothes from + their accustomed pegs if he got into bed as he was. There was only one + thing to be done. He threw back the bed-clothes, ruffled the sheets till + the bed looked as if it had been slept in, and opened the door just as Mr + Kay reached the threshold. + </p> + <p> + "Anything the matter, sir?" asked Fenn, promptly. "I heard a noise + downstairs. Can I help you?" + </p> + <p> + Mr Kay looked carefully at the ex-head of his house. Fenn was a + finely-developed youth. He stood six feet, and all of him that was not + bone was muscle. A useful colleague to have by one in a hunt for a + possibly ferocious burglar. + </p> + <p> + So thought Mr Kay. + </p> + <p> + "So <i>you</i> heard the noise?" he said. "Well, perhaps you had better + come with me. There is no doubt that a burglar has entered the house + tonight, in spite of the fact that I locked all the windows myself. Your + study window was unlocked, Fenn. It was extremely careless of you to leave + it in such a condition, and I hope you will be more careful in future. + Why, somebody might have got in through it." + </p> + <p> + Fenn thought it was not at all unlikely. + </p> + <p> + "Come along, then. I am sure the man is still in the house. He was hiding + in the cupboard by the dining-room. I know it. I am sure he is still in + the house." + </p> + <p> + But, in spite of the fact that Fenn was equally sure, half an hour's + search failed to discover any lurking evil-doer. + </p> + <p> + "You had better go to bed, Fenn," said Mr Kay, disgustedly, at the end of + that period. "He must have got back in some extraordinary manner." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir," agreed Fenn. + </p> + <p> + He himself had certainly got back in a very extraordinary manner. + </p> + <p> + However, he <i>had</i> got back, which was the main point. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0018" id="link2H_4_0018"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XVIII — A VAIN QUEST + </h2> + <p> + After all he had gone through that night, it disturbed Fenn very little to + find on the following morning that the professional cracksman had gone off + with one of the cups in his study. Certainly, it was not as bad as it + might have been, for he had only abstracted one out of the half dozen that + decorated the room. Fenn was a fine runner, and had won the "sprint" + events at the sports for two years now. + </p> + <p> + The news of the burglary at Kay's soon spread about the school. Mr Kay + mentioned it to Mr Mulholland, and Mr Mulholland discussed it at lunch + with the prefects of his house. The juniors of Kay's were among the last + to hear of it, but when they did, they made the most of it, to the disgust + of the School House fags, to whom the episode seemed in the nature of an + infringement of copyright. Several spirited by-battles took place that day + owing to this, and at the lower end of the table of Kay's dining-room at + tea that evening there could be seen many swollen countenances. All, + however, wore pleased smiles. They had proved to the School House their + right to have a burglary of their own if they liked. It was the first + occasion since Kennedy had become head of the house that Kay's had united + in a common and patriotic cause. + </p> + <p> + Directly afternoon school was over that day, Fenn started for the town. + The only thing that caused him any anxiety now was the fear lest the cap + which he had left in the house in the High Street might rise up as + evidence against him later on. Except for that, he was safe. The + headmaster had evidently not remembered his absence from the festive + board, or he would have spoken to him on the subject before now. If he + could but recover the lost cap, all would be right with the world. Give + him back that cap, and he would turn over a new leaf with a rapidity and + emphasis which would lower the world's record for that performance. He + would be a reformed character. He would even go to the extent of calling a + truce with Mr Kay, climbing down to Kennedy, and offering him his services + in his attempt to lick the house into shape. + </p> + <p> + As a matter of fact, he had had this idea before. Jimmy Silver, who was in + the position—common at school—of being very friendly with two + people who were not on speaking terms, had been at him on the topic. + </p> + <p> + "It's rot," James had said, with perfect truth, "to see two chaps like you + making idiots of themselves over a house like Kay's. And it's all your + fault, too," he had added frankly. "You know jolly well you aren't playing + the game. You ought to be backing Kennedy up all the time. Instead of + which, you go about trying to look like a Christian martyr—" + </p> + <p> + "I don't," said Fenn, indignantly. + </p> + <p> + "Well, like a stuffed frog, then—it's all the same to me. It's + perfect rot. If I'm walking with Kennedy, you stalk past as if we'd both + got the plague or something. And if I'm with you, Kennedy suddenly + remembers an appointment, and dashes off at a gallop in the opposite + direction. If I had to award the bronze medal for drivelling lunacy in + this place, you would get it by a narrow margin, and Kennedy would be <i>proxime</i>, + and honourably mentioned. Silly idiots!" + </p> + <p> + "Don't stop, Jimmy. Keep it up," said Fenn, settling himself in his chair. + The dialogue was taking place in Silver's study. + </p> + <p> + "My dear chap, you didn't think I'd finished, surely! I was only trying to + find some description that would suit you. But it's no good. I can't. Look + here, take my advice—the advice," he added, in the melodramatic + voice he was in the habit of using whenever he wished to conceal the fact + that he was speaking seriously, "of an old man who wishes ye both well. Go + to Kennedy, fling yourself on his chest, and say, 'We have done those + things which we ought not to have done—' No. As you were! Compn'y, + 'shun! Say 'J. Silver says that I am a rotter. I am a worm. I have made an + ass of myself. But I will be good. Shake, pard!' That's what you've got to + do. Come in." + </p> + <p> + And in had come Kennedy. The attractions of Kay's were small, and he + usually looked in on Jimmy Silver in the afternoons. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, sorry," he said, as he saw Fenn. "I thought you were alone, Jimmy." + </p> + <p> + "I was just going," said Fenn, politely. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, don't let me disturb you," protested Kennedy, with winning courtesy. + </p> + <p> + "Not at all," said Fenn. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, if you really were—" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes, really." + </p> + <p> + "Get out, then," growled Jimmy, who had been listening in speechless + disgust to the beautifully polite conversation just recorded. "I'll + forward that bronze medal to you, Fenn." + </p> + <p> + And as the door closed he had turned to rend Kennedy as he had rent Fenn; + while Fenn walked back to Kay's feeling that there was a good deal in what + Jimmy had said. + </p> + <p> + So that when he went down town that afternoon in search of his cap, he + pondered as he walked over the advisability of making a fresh start. It + would not be a bad idea. But first he must concentrate his energies on + recovering what he had lost. + </p> + <p> + He found the house in the High Street without a great deal of difficulty, + for he had marked the spot carefully as far as that had been possible in + the fog. + </p> + <p> + The door was opened to him, not by the old man with whom he had exchanged + amenities on the previous night, but by a short, thick fellow, who looked + exactly like a picture of a loafer from the pages of a comic journal. He + eyed Fenn with what might have been meant for an inquiring look. To Fenn + it seemed merely menacing. + </p> + <p> + "Wodyer want?" he asked, abruptly. + </p> + <p> + Eckleton was not a great distance from London, and, as a consequence, many + of London's choicest blackguards migrated there from time to time. During + the hopping season, and while the local races were on, one might meet with + two Cockney twangs for every country accent. + </p> + <p> + "I want to see the old gentleman who lives here," said Fenn. + </p> + <p> + "Wot old gentleman?" + </p> + <p> + "I'm afraid I don't know his name. Is this a home for old gentlemen? If + you'll bring out all you've got, I'll find my one." + </p> + <p> + "Wodyer want see the old gentleman for?" + </p> + <p> + "To ask for my cap. I left it here last night." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yer left it 'ere last night! Well, yer cawn't see 'im." + </p> + <p> + "Not from here, no," agreed Fenn. "Being only eyes, you see," he quoted + happily, "my wision's limited. But if you wouldn't mind moving out of the + way—" + </p> + <p> + "Yer cawn't see 'im. Blimey, 'ow much more of it, I should like to know. + Gerroutovit, cawn't yer! You and yer caps." + </p> + <p> + And he added a searching expletive by way of concluding the sentence + fittingly. After which he slipped back and slammed the door, leaving Fenn + waiting outside like the Peri at the gate of Paradise. + </p> + <p> + His resemblance to the Peri ceased after the first quarter of a minute. + That lady, we read, took her expulsion lying down. Fenn was more vigorous. + He seized the knocker, and banged lustily on the door. He had given up all + hope of getting back the cap. All he wanted was to get the doorkeeper out + into the open again, when he would proceed to show him, to the best of his + ability, what was what. It would not be the first time he had taken on a + gentleman of the same class and a similar type of conversation. + </p> + <p> + But the man refused to be drawn. For all the reply Fenn's knocking + produced, the house might have been empty. At last, having tired his wrist + and collected a small crowd of Young Eckleton, who looked as if they + expected him to proceed to further efforts for their amusement, he gave it + up, and retired down the High Street with what dignity he could command—which, + as he was followed for the first fifty yards by the silent but obviously + expectant youths, was not a great deal. + </p> + <p> + They left him, disappointed, near the Town Hall, and Fenn continued on his + way alone. The window of the grocer's shop, with its tins of preserved + apricots and pots of jam, recalled to his mind what he had forgotten, that + the food at Kay's, though it might be wholesome (which he doubted), was + undeniably plain, and, secondly, that he had run out of jam. Now that he + was here he might as well supply that deficiency. + </p> + <p> + Now it chanced that Master Wren, of Kay's, was down town—without + leave, as was his habit—on an errand of a very similar nature. + Walton had found that he, like Fenn, lacked those luxuries of life which + are so much more necessary than necessities, and, being unable to go + himself, owing to the unfortunate accident of being kept in by his + form-master, had asked Wren to go for him. Wren's visit to the grocer's + was just ending when Fenn's began. + </p> + <p> + They met in the doorway. + </p> + <p> + Wren looked embarrassed, and nearly dropped a pot of honey, which he + secured low down after the manner of a catch in the slips. Fenn, on the + other hand, took no notice of his fellow-Kayite, but walked on into the + shop and began to inspect the tins of biscuits which were stacked on the + floor by the counter. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0019" id="link2H_4_0019"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XIX — THE GUILE OF WREN + </h2> + <p> + Wren did not quite know what to make of this. Why had not Fenn said a word + to him? There were one or two prefects in the school whom he might have + met even at such close quarters and yet have cherished a hope that they + had not seen him. Once he had run right into Drew, of the School House, + and escaped unrecognised. But with Fenn it was different. Compared to + Fenn, lynxes were astigmatic. He must have spotted him. + </p> + <p> + There was a vein of philosophy in Wren's composition. He felt that he + might just as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb. In other words, having + been caught down town without leave, he might as well stay there and enjoy + himself a little while longer before going back to be executed. So he + strolled off down the High Street, bought a few things at a stationer's, + and wound up with an excellent tea at the confectioner's by the + post-office. + </p> + <p> + It was as he was going to this meal that Kennedy caught sight of him. + Kennedy had come down town to visit the local photographer, to whom he had + entrusted a fortnight before the pleasant task of taking his photograph. + As he had heard nothing from him since, he was now coming to investigate. + He entered the High Street as Wren was turning into the confectioner's, + saw him, and made a note of it for future reference. + </p> + <p> + When Wren returned to the house just before lock-up, he sought counsel of + Walton. + </p> + <p> + "I say," he said, as he handed over the honey he had saved so neatly from + destruction, "what would you do? Just as I was coming out of the shop, I + barged into Fenn. He must have twigged me." + </p> + <p> + "Didn't he say anything?" + </p> + <p> + "Not a word. I couldn't make it out, because he must have seen me. We + weren't a yard away from one another." + </p> + <p> + "It's dark in the shop," suggested Walton. + </p> + <p> + "Not at the door; which is where we met." + </p> + <p> + Before Walton could find anything to say in reply to this, their + conversation was interrupted by Spencer. + </p> + <p> + "Kennedy wants you, Wren," said Spencer. "You'd better buck up; he's in an + awful wax." + </p> + <p> + Next to Walton, the vindictive Spencer objected most to Wren, and he did + not attempt to conceal the pleasure he felt in being the bearer of this + ominous summons. + </p> + <p> + The group broke up. Wren went disconsolately upstairs to Kennedy's study; + Walton smacked Spencer's head—more as a matter of form than because + he had done anything special to annoy him—and retired to the senior + dayroom; while Spencer, muttering darkly to himself, avoided a second + smack and took cover in the junior room, where he consoled himself by + toasting a piece of india-rubber in the gas till it made the atmosphere + painful to breathe in, and recalling with pleasure the condition Walton's + face had been in for the day or two following his encounter with Kennedy + in the dormitory. + </p> + <p> + Kennedy was working when Wren knocked at his door. + </p> + <p> + He had not much time to spare on a bounds-breaking fag; and his manner was + curt. + </p> + <p> + "I saw you going into Rose's, in the High Street, this afternoon, Wren," + he said, looking up from his Greek prose. "I didn't give you leave. Come + up here after prayers tonight. Shut the door." + </p> + <p> + Wren went down to consult Walton again. His attitude with regard to a + licking from the head of the house was much like that of the other fags. + Custom had, to a certain extent, inured him to these painful interviews, + but still, if it was possible, he preferred to keep out of them. Under + Fenn's rule he had often found a tolerably thin excuse serve his need. + Fenn had so many other things to do that he was not unwilling to forego an + occasional licking, if the excuse was good enough. And he never took the + trouble to find out whether the ingenious stories Wren was wont to serve + up to him were true or not. Kennedy, Wren reflected uncomfortably, had + given signs that this easy-going method would not do for him. Still, it + might be possible to hunt up some story that would meet the case. Walton + had a gift in that direction. + </p> + <p> + "He says I'm to go to his study after prayers," reported Wren. "Can't you + think of any excuse that would do?" + </p> + <p> + "Can't understand Fenn running you in," said Walton. "I thought he never + spoke to Kennedy." + </p> + <p> + Wren explained. + </p> + <p> + "It wasn't Fenn who ran me in. Kennedy was down town, too, and twigged me + going into Rose's. I went there and had tea after I got your things at the + grocer's." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, he spotted you himself, did he?" said Walton. "And he doesn't know + Fenn saw you?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't think so." + </p> + <p> + "Then I've got a ripping idea. When he has you up tonight, swear that you + got leave from Fenn to go down town." + </p> + <p> + "But he'll ask him." + </p> + <p> + "The odds are that he won't. He and Fenn had a row at the beginning of + term, and never speak to one another if they can help it. It's ten to one + that he will prefer taking your yarn to going and asking Fenn if it's true + or not. Then he's bound to let you off." + </p> + <p> + Wren admitted that the scheme was sound. + </p> + <p> + At the conclusion of prayers, therefore, he went up again to Kennedy's + study, with a more hopeful air than he had worn on his previous visit. + </p> + <p> + "Come in," said Kennedy, reaching for the swagger-stick which he was + accustomed to use at these ceremonies. + </p> + <p> + "Please, Kennedy," said Wren, glibly. "I did get leave to go down town + this afternoon." + </p> + <p> + "What!" + </p> + <p> + Wren repeated the assertion. + </p> + <p> + "Who gave you leave?" + </p> + <p> + "Fenn." + </p> + <p> + The thing did not seem to be working properly. When he said the word + "Fenn", Wren expected to see Kennedy retire baffled, conscious that there + was nothing more to be said or done. Instead of this, the remark appeared + to infuriate him. + </p> + <p> + "It's just like your beastly cheek," he said, glaring at the red-headed + delinquent, "to ask Fenn for leave instead of me. You know perfectly well + that only the head of the house can give leave to go down town. I don't + know how often you and the rest of the junior dayroom have played this + game, but it's going to stop now. You'd better remember another time when + you want to go to Rose's that I've got to be consulted first." + </p> + <p> + With which he proceeded to ensure to the best of his ability that the + memory of Master Wren should not again prove treacherous in this respect. + </p> + <p> + "How did it work?" asked Walton, when Wren returned. + </p> + <p> + "It didn't," said Wren, briefly. + </p> + <p> + Walton expressed an opinion that Kennedy was a cad; which, however sound + in itself, did little to improve the condition of Wren. + </p> + <p> + Having disposed of Wren, Kennedy sat down seriously to consider this new + development of a difficult situation. Hitherto he had imagined Fenn to be + merely a sort of passive resister who confined himself to the + Achilles-in-his-tent business, and was only a nuisance because he refused + to back him up. To find him actually aiding and abetting the house in its + opposition to its head was something of a shock. And yet, if he had given + Wren leave to go down town, he had probably done the same kind office by + others. It irritated Kennedy more than the most overt act of enmity would + have done. It was not good form. It was hitting below the belt. There was, + of course, the chance that Wren's story had not been true. But he did not + build much on that. He did not yet know his Wren well, and believed that + such an audacious lie would be beyond the daring of a fag. But it would be + worth while to make inquiries. He went down the passage to Fenn's study. + Fenn, however, had gone to bed, so he resolved to approach him on the + subject next day. There was no hurry. + </p> + <p> + He went to his dormitory, feeling very bitter towards Fenn, and rehearsing + home truths with which to confound him on the morrow. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0020" id="link2H_4_0020"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XX — JIMMY THE PEACEMAKER + </h2> + <p> + In these hustling times it is not always easy to get ten minutes' + conversation with an acquaintance in private. There was drill in the + dinner hour next day for the corps, to which Kennedy had to go directly + after lunch. It did not end till afternoon school began. When afternoon + school was over, he had to turn out and practise scrummaging with the + first fifteen, in view of an important school match which was coming off + on the following Saturday. Kennedy had not yet received his cap, but he + was playing regularly for the first fifteen, and was generally looked upon + as a certainty for one of the last places in the team. Fenn, being a + three-quarter, had not to participate in this practice. While the forwards + were scrummaging on the second fifteen ground, the outsides ran and passed + on the first fifteen ground over at the other end of the field. Fenn's + training for the day finished earlier than Kennedy's, the captain of the + Eckleton fifteen, who led the scrum, not being satisfied with the way in + which the forwards wheeled. He kept them for a quarter of an hour after + the outsides had done their day's work, and when Kennedy got back to the + house and went to Fenn's study, the latter was not there. He had evidently + changed and gone out again, for his football clothes were lying in a heap + in a corner of the room. Going back to his own study, he met Spencer. + </p> + <p> + "Have you seen Fenn?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "No," said the fag. "He hasn't come in." + </p> + <p> + "He's come in all right, but he's gone out again. Go and ask Taylor if he + knows where he is." + </p> + <p> + Taylor was Fenn's fag. + </p> + <p> + Spencer went to the junior dayroom, and returned with the information that + Taylor did not know. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, all right, then—it doesn't matter," said Kennedy, and went into + his study to change. + </p> + <p> + He had completed this operation, and was thinking of putting his kettle on + for tea, when there was a knock at the door. + </p> + <p> + It was Baker, Jimmy Silver's fag. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, Kennedy," he said, "Silver says, if you aren't doing anything + special, will you go over to his study to tea?" + </p> + <p> + "Why, is there anything on?" + </p> + <p> + It struck him as curious that Jimmy should take the trouble to send his + fag over to Kay's with a formal invitation. As a rule the head of + Blackburn's kept open house. His friends were given to understand that + they could drop in whenever they liked. Kennedy looked in for tea three + times a week on an average. + </p> + <p> + "I don't think so," said Baker. + </p> + <p> + "Who else is going to be there?" + </p> + <p> + Jimmy Silver sometimes took it into his head to entertain weird beings + from other houses whose brothers or cousins he had met in the holidays. On + such occasions he liked to have some trusty friend by him to help the + conversation along. It struck Kennedy that this might be one of those + occasions. If so, he would send back a polite but firm refusal of the + invitation. Last time he had gone to help Jimmy entertain a guest of this + kind, conversation had come to a dead standstill a quarter of an hour + after his arrival, the guest refusing to do anything except eat + prodigiously, and reply "Yes" or "No", as the question might demand, when + spoken to. Also he had declined to stir from his seat till a quarter to + seven. Kennedy was not going to be let in for another orgy of that nature + if he knew it. + </p> + <p> + "Who's with Silver?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Only Fenn," said Baker. + </p> + <p> + Kennedy pondered for a moment. + </p> + <p> + "All right," he said, at last, "tell him I'll be round in a few minutes." + </p> + <p> + He sat thinking the thing over after Baker had gone back to Blackburn's + with the message. He saw Silver's game, of course. Jimmy had made no + secret for some time of his disgust at the coolness between Kennedy and + Fenn. Not knowing all the circumstances, he considered it absolute folly. + If only he could get the two together over a quiet pot of tea, he imagined + that it would not be a difficult task to act effectively as a peacemaker. + </p> + <p> + Kennedy was sorry for Jimmy. He appreciated his feelings in the matter. He + would not have liked it himself if his two best friends had been at + daggers drawn. Still, he could not bring himself to treat Fenn as if + nothing had happened, simply to oblige Silver. There had been a time when + he might have done it, but now that Fenn had started a deliberate campaign + against him by giving Wren—and probably, thought Kennedy, half the + other fags in the house—leave down town when he ought to have sent + them on to him, things had gone too far. However, he could do no harm by + going over to Jimmy's to tea, even if Fenn was there. He had not looked to + interview Fenn before an audience, but if that audience consisted only of + Jimmy, it would not matter so much. + </p> + <p> + His advent surprised Fenn. The astute James, fancying that if he mentioned + that he was expecting Kennedy to tea, Fenn would make a bolt for it, had + said nothing about it. + </p> + <p> + When Kennedy arrived there was one of those awkward pauses which are so + difficult to fill up in a satisfactory manner. + </p> + <p> + "Now you're up, Fenn," said Jimmy, as the latter rose, evidently with the + intention of leaving the study, "you might as well reach down that + toasting-fork and make some toast." + </p> + <p> + "I'm afraid I must be off now, Jimmy," said Fenn. + </p> + <p> + "No you aren't," said Silver. "You bustle about and make yourself useful, + and don't talk rot. You'll find your cup on that shelf over there, + Kennedy. It'll want a wipe round. Better use the table-cloth." + </p> + <p> + There was silence in the study until tea was ready. Then Jimmy Silver + spoke. + </p> + <p> + "Long time since we three had tea together," he said, addressing the + remark to the teapot. + </p> + <p> + "Kennedy's a busy man," said Fenn, suavely. "He's got a house to look + after." + </p> + <p> + "And I'm going to look after it," said Kennedy, "as you'll find." + </p> + <p> + Jimmy Silver put in a plaintive protest. + </p> + <p> + "I wish you two men wouldn't talk shop," he said. "It's bad enough having + Kay's next door to one, without your dragging it into the conversation. + How were the forwards this evening, Kennedy?" + </p> + <p> + "Not bad," said Kennedy, shortly. + </p> + <p> + "I wonder if we shall lick Tuppenham on Saturday?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know," said Kennedy; and there was silence again. + </p> + <p> + "Look here, Jimmy," said Kennedy, after a long pause, during which the + head of Blackburn's tried to fill up the blank in the conversation by + toasting a piece of bread in a way which was intended to suggest that if + he were not so busy, the talk would be unchecked and animated, "it's no + good. We must have it out some time, so it may as well be here as anywhere + else. I've been looking for Fenn all day." + </p> + <p> + "Sorry to give you all that trouble," said Fenn, with a sneer. "Got + something important to say?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Go ahead, then." + </p> + <p> + Jimmy Silver stood between them with the toasting-fork in his hand, as if + he meant to plunge it into the one who first showed symptoms of flying at + the other's throat. He was unhappy. His peace-making tea-party was not + proving a success. + </p> + <p> + "I wanted to ask you," said Kennedy, quietly, "what you meant by giving + the fags leave down town when you knew that they ought to come to me?" + </p> + <p> + The gentle and intelligent reader will remember (though that miserable + worm, the vapid and irreflective reader, will have forgotten) that at the + beginning of the term the fags of Kay's had endeavoured to show their + approval of Fenn and their disapproval of Kennedy by applying to the + former for leave when they wished to go to the town; and that Fenn had + received them in the most ungrateful manner with blows instead of exeats. + Strong in this recollection, he was not disturbed by Kennedy's question. + Indeed, it gave him a comfortable feeling of rectitude. There is nothing + more pleasant than to be accused to your face of something which you can + deny on the spot with an easy conscience. It is like getting a very loose + ball at cricket. Fenn felt almost friendly towards Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + "I meant nothing," he replied, "for the simple reason that I didn't do + it." + </p> + <p> + "I caught Wren down town yesterday, and he said you had given him leave." + </p> + <p> + "Then he lied, and I hope you licked him." + </p> + <p> + "There you are, you see," broke in Jimmy Silver triumphantly, "it's all a + misunderstanding. You two have got no right to be cutting one another. Why + on earth can't you stop all this rot, and behave like decent members of + society again?" + </p> + <p> + "As a matter of fact," said Fenn, "they did try it on earlier in the term. + I wasted a lot of valuable time pointing out to them with a swagger-stick—that + I was the wrong person to come to. I'm sorry you should have thought I + could play it as low down as that." + </p> + <p> + Kennedy hesitated. It is not very pleasant to have to climb down after + starting a conversation in a stormy and wrathful vein. But it had to be + done. + </p> + <p> + "I'm sorry, Fenn," he said; "I was an idiot." + </p> + <p> + Jimmy Silver cut in again. + </p> + <p> + "You were," he said, with enthusiasm. "You both were. I used to think Fenn + was a bigger idiot than you, but now I'm inclined to call it a dead heat. + What's the good of going on trying to see which of you can make the bigger + fool of himself? You've both lowered all previous records." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose we have," said Fenn. "At least, I have." + </p> + <p> + "No, I have," said Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + "You both have," said Jimmy Silver. "Another cup of tea, anybody? Say + when." + </p> + <p> + Fenn and Kennedy walked back to Kay's together, and tea-d together in + Fenn's study on the following afternoon, to the amazement—and even + scandal—of Master Spencer, who discovered them at it. Spencer liked + excitement; and with the two leaders of the house at logger-heads, things + could never be really dull. If, as appearances seemed to suggest, they had + agreed to settle their differences, life would become monotonous again—possibly + even unpleasant. + </p> + <p> + This thought flashed through Spencer's brain (as he called it) when he + opened Fenn's door and found him helping Kennedy to tea. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, the headmaster wants to see you, please, Fenn," said Spencer, + recovering from his amazement, "and told me to give you this." + </p> + <p> + "This" was a prefect's cap. Fenn recognised it without difficulty. It was + the cap he had left in the sitting-room of the house in the High Street. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0021" id="link2H_4_0021"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXI — IN WHICH AN EPISODE IS CLOSED + </h2> + <p> + "Thanks," said Fenn. + </p> + <p> + He stood twirling the cap round in his hand as Spencer closed the door. + Then he threw it on to the table. He did not feel particularly disturbed + at the thought of the interview that was to come. He had been expecting + the cap to turn up, like the corpse of Eugene Aram's victim, at some + inconvenient moment. It was a pity that it had come just as things looked + as if they might be made more or less tolerable in Kay's. He had been + looking forward with a grim pleasure to the sensation that would be caused + in the house when it became known that he and Kennedy had formed a combine + for its moral and physical benefit. But that was all over. He would be + sacked, beyond a doubt. In the history of Eckleton, as far as he knew it, + there had never been a case of a fellow breaking out at night and not + being expelled when he was caught. It was one of the cardinal sins in the + school code. There had been the case of Peter Brown, which his brother had + mentioned in his letter. And in his own time he had seen three men vanish + from Eckleton for the same offence. He did not flatter himself that his + record at the school was so good as to make it likely that the authorities + would stretch a point in his favour. + </p> + <p> + "So long, Kennedy," he said. "You'll be here when I get back, I suppose?" + </p> + <p> + "What does he want you for, do you think?" asked Kennedy, stretching + himself, with a yawn. It never struck him that Fenn could be in any + serious trouble. Fenn was a prefect; and when the headmaster sent for a + prefect, it was generally to tell him that he had got a split infinitive + in his English Essay that week. + </p> + <p> + "Glad I'm not you," he added, as a gust of wind rattled the sash, and the + rain dashed against the pane. "Beastly evening to have to go out." + </p> + <p> + "It isn't the rain I mind," said Fenn; "it's what's going to happen when I + get indoors again," and refused to explain further. There would be plenty + of time to tell Kennedy the whole story when he returned. It was better + not to keep the headmaster waiting. + </p> + <p> + The first thing he noticed on reaching the School House was the strange + demeanour of the butler. Whenever Fenn had had occasion to call on the + headmaster hitherto, Watson had admitted him with the air of a high priest + leading a devotee to a shrine of which he was the sole managing director. + This evening he seemed restless, excited. + </p> + <p> + "Good evening, Mr Fenn," he said. "This way, sir." + </p> + <p> + Those were his actual words. Fenn had not known for certain until now that + he <i>could</i> talk. On previous occasions their conversations had been + limited to an "Is the headmaster in?" from Fenn, and a stately inclination + of the head from Watson. The man was getting a positive babbler. + </p> + <p> + With an eager, springy step, distantly reminiscent of a shopwalker heading + a procession of customers, with a touch of the style of the winner in a + walking-race to Brighton, the once slow-moving butler led the way to the + headmaster's study. + </p> + <p> + For the first time since he started out, Fenn was conscious of a tremor. + There is something about a closed door, behind which somebody is waiting + to receive one, which appeals to the imagination, especially if the + ensuing meeting is likely to be an unpleasant one. + </p> + <p> + "Ah, Fenn," said the headmaster. "Come in." + </p> + <p> + Fenn wondered. It was not in this tone of voice that the Head was wont to + begin a conversation which was going to prove painful. + </p> + <p> + "You've got your cap, Fenn? I gave it to a small boy in your house to take + to you." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + He had given up all hope of understanding the Head's line of action. + Unless he was playing a deep game, and intended to flash out suddenly with + a keen question which it would be impossible to parry, there seemed + nothing to account for the strange absence of anything unusual in his + manner. He referred to the cap as if he had borrowed it from Fenn, and had + returned it by bearer, hoping that its loss had not inconvenienced him at + all. + </p> + <p> + "I daresay," continued the Head, "that you are wondering how it came into + my possession. You missed it, of course?" + </p> + <p> + "Very much, sir," said Fenn, with perfect truth. + </p> + <p> + "It has just been brought to my house, together with a great many other + things, more valuable, perhaps,"—here he smiled a head-magisterial + smile—"by a policeman from Eckleton." + </p> + <p> + Fenn was still unequal to the intellectual pressure of the conversation. + He could understand, in a vague way, that for some unexplained reason + things were going well for him, but beyond that his mind was in a whirl. + </p> + <p> + "You will remember the unfortunate burglary of Mr Kay's house and mine. + Your cap was returned with the rest of the stolen property." + </p> + <p> + "Just so," thought Fenn. "The rest of the stolen property? Exactly. <i>Go</i> + on. Don't mind me. I shall begin to understand soon, I suppose." + </p> + <p> + He condensed these thoughts into the verbal reply, "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I sent for you to identify your own property. I see there is a silver cup + belonging to you. Perhaps there are also other articles. Go and see. You + will find them on that table. They are in a hopeless state of confusion, + having been conveyed here in a sack. Fortunately, nothing is broken." + </p> + <p> + He was thinking of certain valuables belonging to himself which had been + abstracted from his drawing-room on the occasion of the burglar's visit to + the School House. + </p> + <p> + Fenn crossed the room, and began to inspect the table indicated. On it was + as mixed a collection of valuable and useless articles as one could wish + to see. He saw his cup at once, and attached himself to it. But of all the + other exhibits in this private collection, he could recognise nothing else + as his property. + </p> + <p> + "There is nothing of mine here except the cup, sir," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Ah. Then that is all, I think. You are going back to Mr Kay's. Then + please send Kennedy to me. Good night, Fenn." + </p> + <p> + "Good night, sir." + </p> + <p> + Even now Fenn could not understand it. The more he thought it over, the + more his brain reeled. He could grasp the fact that his cap and his cup + were safe again, and that there was evidently going to be no sacking for + the moment. But how it had all happened, and how the police had got hold + of his cap, and why they had returned it with the loot gathered in by the + burglar who had visited Kay's and the School House, were problems which, + he had to confess, were beyond him. + </p> + <p> + He walked to Kay's through the rain with the cup under his mackintosh, and + freely admitted to himself that there were things in heaven and earth—and + particularly earth—which no fellow could understand. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know," he said, when Kennedy pressed for an explanation of the + reappearance of the cup. "It's no good asking me. I'm going now to borrow + the matron's smelling-salts: I feel faint. After that I shall wrap a wet + towel round my head, and begin to think it out. Meanwhile, you're to go + over to the Head. He's had enough of me, and he wants to have a look at + you." + </p> + <p> + "Me?" said Kennedy. "Why?" + </p> + <p> + "Now, is it any good asking <i>me?</i>?" said Fenn. "If you can find out + what it's all about, I'll thank you if you'll come and tell me." + </p> + <p> + Ten minutes later Kennedy returned. He carried a watch and chain. + </p> + <p> + "I couldn't think what had happened to my watch," he said. "I missed it on + the day after that burglary here, but I never thought of thinking it had + been collared by a professional. I thought I must have lost it somewhere." + </p> + <p> + "Well, have you grasped what's been happening?" + </p> + <p> + "I've grasped my ticker, which is good enough for me. Half a second. The + old man wants to see the rest of the prefects. He's going to work through + the house in batches, instead of man by man. I'll just go round the + studies and rout them out, and then I'll come back and explain. It's + perfectly simple." + </p> + <p> + "Glad you think so," said Fenn. + </p> + <p> + Kennedy went and returned. + </p> + <p> + "Now," he said, subsiding into a deck-chair, "what is it you don't + understand?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't understand anything. Begin at the beginning." + </p> + <p> + "I got the yarn from the butler—what's his name?" + </p> + <p> + "Those who know him well enough to venture to give him a name—I've + never dared to myself—call him Watson," said Fenn. + </p> + <p> + "I got the yarn from Watson. He was as excited as anything about it. I + never saw him like that before." + </p> + <p> + "I noticed something queer about him." + </p> + <p> + "He's awfully bucked, and is doing the Ancient Mariner business all over + the place. Wants to tell the story to everyone he sees." + </p> + <p> + "Well, suppose you follow his example. I want to hear about it." + </p> + <p> + "Well, it seems that the police have been watching a house at the corner + of the High Street for some time—what's up?" + </p> + <p> + "Nothing. Go on." + </p> + <p> + "But you said, 'By Jove!'" + </p> + <p> + "Well, why shouldn't I say 'By Jove'? When you are telling sensational + yarns, it's my duty to say something of the sort. Buck along." + </p> + <p> + "It's a house not far from the Town Hall, at the corner of Pegwell Street—you've + probably been there scores of times." + </p> + <p> + "Once or twice, perhaps," said Fenn. "Well?" + </p> + <p> + "About a month ago two suspicious-looking bounders went to live there. + Watson says their faces were enough to hang them. Anyhow, they must have + been pretty bad, for they made even the Eckleton police, who are pretty + average-sized rotters, suspicious, and they kept an eye on them. Well, + after a bit there began to be a regular epidemic of burglary round about + here. Watson says half the houses round were broken into. The police + thought it was getting a bit too thick, but they didn't like to raid the + house without some jolly good evidence that these two men were the + burglars, so they lay low and waited till they should give them a decent + excuse for jumping on them. They had had a detective chap down from + London, by the way, to see if he couldn't do something about the + burglaries, and he kept his eye on them, too." + </p> + <p> + "They had quite a gallery. Didn't they notice any of the eyes?" + </p> + <p> + "No. Then after a bit one of them nipped off to London with a big bag. The + detective chap was after him like a shot. He followed him from the + station, saw him get into a cab, got into another himself, and stuck to + him hard. The front cab stopped at about a dozen pawnbrokers' shops. The + detective Johnny took the names and addresses, and hung on to the burglar + man all day, and finally saw him return to the station, where he caught a + train back to Eckleton. Directly he had seen him off, the detective got + into a cab, called on the dozen pawnbrokers, showed his card, with + 'Scotland Yard' on it, I suppose, and asked to see what the other chap had + pawned. He identified every single thing as something that had been + collared from one of the houses round Eckleton way. So he came back here, + told the police, and they raided the house, and there they found stacks of + loot of all descriptions." + </p> + <p> + "Including my cap," said Fenn, thoughtfully. "I see now." + </p> + <p> + "Rummy the man thinking it worth his while to take an old cap," said + Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + "Very," said Fenn. "But it's been a rum business all along." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0022" id="link2H_4_0022"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXII — KAY'S CHANGES ITS NAME + </h2> + <p> + For the remaining weeks of the winter term, things went as smoothly in + Kay's as Kay would let them. That restless gentleman still continued to + burst in on Kennedy from time to time with some sensational story of how + he had found a fag doing what he ought not to have done. But there was a + world of difference between the effect these visits had now and that which + they had had when Kennedy had stood alone in the house, his hand against + all men. Now that he could work off the effects of such encounters by + going straight to Fenn's study and picking the house-master to pieces, the + latter's peculiar methods ceased to be irritating, and became funny. Mr + Kay was always ferreting out the weirdest misdoings on the part of the + members of his house, and rushing to Kennedy's study to tell him about + them at full length, like a rather indignant dog bringing a rat he has + hunted down into a drawing-room, to display it to the company. On one + occasion, when Fenn and Jimmy Silver were in Kennedy's study, Mr Kay + dashed in to complain bitterly that he had discovered that the junior + dayroom kept mice in their lockers. Apparently this fact seemed to him + enough to cause an epidemic of typhoid fever in the place, and he hauled + Kennedy over the coals, in a speech that lasted five minutes, for not + having detected this plague-spot in the house. + </p> + <p> + "So that's the celebrity at home, is it?" said Jimmy Silver, when he had + gone. "I now begin to understand more or less why this house wants a new + Head every two terms. Is he often taken like that?" + </p> + <p> + "He's never anything else," said Kennedy. "Fenn keeps a list of the things + he rags me about, and we have an even shilling on, each week, that he will + beat the record of the previous week. At first I used to get the shilling + if he lowered the record; but after a bit it struck us that it wasn't + fair, so now we take it on alternate weeks. This is my week, by the way. I + think I can trouble you for that bob, Fenn?" + </p> + <p> + "I wish I could make it more," said Fenn, handing over the shilling. + </p> + <p> + "What sort of things does he rag you about generally?" inquired Silver. + </p> + <p> + Fenn produced a slip of paper. + </p> + <p> + "Here are a few," he said, "for this month. He came in on the 10th because + he found two kids fighting. Kennedy was down town when it happened, but + that made no difference. Then he caught the senior dayroom making a row of + some sort. He said it was perfectly deafening; but we couldn't hear it in + our studies. I believe he goes round the house, listening at keyholes. + That was on the 16th. On the 22nd he found a chap in Kennedy's dormitory + wandering about the house at one in the morning. He seemed to think that + Kennedy ought to have sat up all night on the chance of somebody cutting + out of the dormitory. At any rate, he ragged him. I won the weekly + shilling on that; and deserved it, too." + </p> + <p> + Fenn had to go over to the gymnasium shortly after this. Jimmy Silver + stayed on, talking to Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + "And bar Kay," said Jimmy, "how do you find the house doing? Any better?" + </p> + <p> + "Better! It's getting a sort of model establishment. I believe, if we keep + pegging away at them, we may win some sort of a cup sooner or later." + </p> + <p> + "Well, Kay's very nearly won the cricket cup last year. You ought to get + it next season, now that you and Fenn are both in the team." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I don't know. It'll be a fluke if we do. Still, we're hoping. It + isn't every house that's got a county man in it. But we're breaking out in + another place. Don't let it get about, for goodness' sake, but we're going + for the sports' cup." + </p> + <p> + "Hope you'll get it. Blackburn's won't have a chance, anyhow, and I should + like to see somebody get it away from the School House. They've had it + much too long. They're beginning to look on it as their right. But who are + your men?" + </p> + <p> + "Well, Fenn ought to be a cert for the hundred and the quarter, to start + with." + </p> + <p> + "But the School House must get the long run, and the mile, and the half, + too, probably." + </p> + <p> + "Yes. We haven't anyone to beat Milligan, certainly. But there are the + second and third places. Don't forget those. That's where we're going to + have a look in. There's all sorts of unsuspected talent in Kay's. To look + at Peel, for instance, you wouldn't think he could do the hundred in + eleven, would you? Well, he can, only he's been too slack to go in for the + race at the sports, because it meant training. I had him up here and + reasoned with him, and he's promised to do his best. Eleven is good enough + for second place in the hundred, don't you think? There are lots of others + in the house who can do quite decently on the track, if they try. I've + been making strict inquiries. Kay's are hot stuff, Jimmy. Heap big + medicine. That's what they are." + </p> + <p> + "You're a wonderful man, Kennedy," said Jimmy Silver. And he meant it. + Kennedy's uphill fight at Kay's had appealed to him strongly. He himself + had never known what it meant to have to manage a hostile house. He had + stepped into his predecessor's shoes at Blackburn's much as the heir to a + throne becomes king. Nobody had thought of disputing his right to the + place. He was next man in; so, directly the departure of the previous head + of Blackburn's left a vacancy, he stepped into it, and the machinery of + the house had gone on as smoothly as if there had been no change at all. + But Kennedy had gone in against a slack and antagonistic house, with weak + prefects to help him, and a fussy house-master; and he had fought them all + for a term, and looked like winning. Jimmy admired his friend with a + fervour which nothing on earth would have tempted him to reveal. Like most + people with a sense of humour, he had a fear of appearing ridiculous, and + he hid his real feelings as completely as he was able. + </p> + <p> + "How is the footer getting on?" inquired Jimmy, remembering the + difficulties Kennedy had encountered earlier in the term in connection + with his house team. + </p> + <p> + "It's better," said Kennedy. "Keener, at any rate. We shall do our best in + the house-matches. But we aren't a good team." + </p> + <p> + "Any more trouble about your being captain instead of Fenn?" + </p> + <p> + "No. We both sign the lists now. Fenn didn't want to, but I thought it + would be a good idea, so we tried it. It seems to have worked all right." + </p> + <p> + "Of course, your getting your first has probably made a difference." + </p> + <p> + "A bit, perhaps." + </p> + <p> + "Well, I hope you won't get the footer cup, because I want it for + Blackburn's. Or the cricket cup. I want that, too. But you can have the + sports' cup with my blessing." + </p> + <p> + "Thanks," said Kennedy. "It's very generous of you." + </p> + <p> + "Don't mention it," said Jimmy. + </p> + <p> + From which conversation it will be seen that Kay's was gradually pulling + itself together. It had been asleep for years. It was now waking up. + </p> + <p> + When the winter term ended, there were distinct symptoms of an outbreak of + public spirit in the house. + </p> + <p> + The Easter term opened auspiciously in one way. Neither Walton nor Perry + returned. The former had been snapped up in the middle of the holidays—to + his enormous disgust—by a bank, which wanted his services so much + that it was prepared to pay him 40 pounds a year simply to enter the + addresses of its outgoing letters in a book, and post them when he had + completed this ceremony. After a spell of this he might hope to be + transferred to another sphere of bank life and thought, and at the end of + his first year he might even hope for a rise in his salary of ten pounds, + if his conduct was good, and he had not been late on more than twenty + mornings in the year. I am aware that in a properly-regulated story of + school-life Walton would have gone to the Eckleton races, returned in a + state of speechless intoxication, and been summarily expelled; but facts + are facts, and must not be tampered with. The ingenious but not + industrious Perry had been superannuated. For three years he had been in + the Lower Fourth. Probably the master of that form went to the Head, and + said that his constitution would not stand another year of him, and that + either he or Perry must go. So Perry had departed. Like a poor play, he + had "failed to attract," and was withdrawn. There was also another + departure of an even more momentous nature. + </p> + <p> + Mr Kay had left Eckleton. + </p> + <p> + Kennedy was no longer head of Kay's. He was now head of Dencroft's. + </p> + <p> + Mr Dencroft was one of the most popular masters in the school. He was a + keen athlete and a tactful master. Fenn and Kennedy knew him well, through + having played at the nets and in scratch games with him. They both liked + him. If Kennedy had had to select a house-master, he would have chosen Mr + Blackburn first. But Mr Dencroft would have been easily second. + </p> + <p> + Fenn learned the facts from the matron, and detailed them to Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + "Kay got the offer of a headmastership at a small school in the north, and + jumped at it. I pity the fellows there. They are going to have a lively + time." + </p> + <p> + "I'm jolly glad Dencroft has got the house," said Kennedy. "We might have + had some awful rotter put in. Dencroft will help us buck up the house + games." + </p> + <p> + The new house-master sent for Kennedy on the first evening of term. He + wished to find out how the Head of the house and the ex-Head stood with + regard to one another. He knew the circumstances, and comprehended vaguely + that there had been trouble. + </p> + <p> + "I hope we shall have a good term," he said. + </p> + <p> + "I hope so, sir," said Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + "You—er—you think the house is keener, Kennedy, than when you + first came in?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir. They are getting quite keen now. We might win the sports." + </p> + <p> + "I hope we shall. I wish we could win the football cup, too, but I am + afraid Mr Blackburn's are very heavy metal." + </p> + <p> + "It's hardly likely we shall have very much chance with them; but we might + get into the final!" + </p> + <p> + "It would be an excellent thing for the house if we could. I hope Fenn is + helping you get the team into shape?" he added. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes, sir," said Kennedy. "We share the captaincy. We both sign the + lists." + </p> + <p> + "A very good idea," said Mr Dencroft, relieved. "Good night, Kennedy." + </p> + <p> + "Good night, sir," said Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0023" id="link2H_4_0023"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXIII — THE HOUSE-MATCHES + </h2> + <p> + The chances of Kay's in the inter-house Football Competition were not + thought very much of by their rivals. Of late years each of the other + houses had prayed to draw Kay's for the first round, it being a certainty + that this would mean that they got at least into the second round, and so + a step nearer the cup. Nobody, however weak compared to Blackburn's, which + was at the moment the crack football house, ever doubted the result of a + match with Kay's. It was looked on as a sort of gentle trial trip. + </p> + <p> + But the efforts of the two captains during the last weeks of the winter + term had put a different complexion on matters. Football is not like + cricket. It is a game at which anybody of average size and a certain + amount of pluck can make himself at least moderately proficient. Kennedy, + after consultations with Fenn, had picked out what he considered the best + fifteen, and the two set themselves to knock it into shape. In weight + there was not much to grumble at. There were several heavy men in the + scrum. If only these could be brought to use their weight to the last + ounce when shoving, all would be well as far as the forwards were + concerned. The outsides were not so satisfactory. With the exception, of + course, of Fenn, they lacked speed. They were well-meaning, but they could + not run any faster by virtue of that. Kay's would have to trust to its + scrum to pull it through. Peel, the sprinter whom Kennedy had discovered + in his search for athletes, had to be put in the pack on account of his + weight, which deprived the three-quarter line of what would have been a + good man in that position. It was a drawback, too, that Fenn was + accustomed to play on the wing. To be of real service, a wing + three-quarter must be fed by his centres, and, unfortunately, there was no + centre in Kay's—or Dencroft's, as it should now be called—who + was capable of making openings enough to give Fenn a chance. So he had to + play in the centre, where he did not know the game so well. + </p> + <p> + Kennedy realised at an early date that the one chance of the house was to + get together before the house-matches and play as a coherent team, not as + a collection of units. Combination will often make up for lack of speed in + a three-quarter line. So twice a week Dencroft's turned out against + scratch teams of varying strength. + </p> + <p> + It delighted Kennedy to watch their improvement. The first side they + played ran through them to the tune of three goals and four tries to a + try, and it took all the efforts of the Head of the house to keep a spirit + of pessimism from spreading in the ranks. Another frost of this sort, and + the sprouting keenness of the house would be nipped in the bud. He + conducted himself with much tact. Another captain might have made the + fatal error of trying to stir his team up with pungent abuse. He realised + what a mistake this would be. It did not need a great deal of + discouragement to send the house back to its old slack ways. Another such + defeat, following immediately in the footsteps of the first, and they + would begin to ask themselves what was the good of mortifying the flesh + simply to get a licking from a scratch team by twenty-four points. Kay's, + they would feel, always had got beaten, and they always would, to the end + of time. A house that has once got thoroughly slack does not change its + views of life in a moment. + </p> + <p> + Kennedy acted craftily. + </p> + <p> + "You played jolly well," he told his despondent team, as they trooped off + the field. "We haven't got together yet, that's all. And it was a hot side + we were playing today. They would have licked Blackburn's." + </p> + <p> + A good deal more in the same strain gave the house team the comfortable + feeling that they had done uncommonly well to get beaten by only + twenty-four points. Kennedy fostered the delusion, and in the meantime + arranged with Mr Dencroft to collect fifteen innocents and lead them forth + to be slaughtered by the house on the following Friday. Mr Dencroft + entered into the thing with a relish. When he showed Kennedy the list of + his team on the Friday morning, that diplomatist chuckled. He foresaw a + good time in the near future. "You must play up like the dickens," he told + the house during the dinner-hour. "Dencroft is bringing a hot lot this + afternoon. But I think we shall lick them." + </p> + <p> + They did. When the whistle blew for No-side, the house had just finished + scoring its fourteenth try. Six goals and eight tries to nil was the exact + total. Dencroft's returned to headquarters, asking itself in a dazed way + if these things could be. They saw that cup on their mantelpiece already. + Keenness redoubled. Football became the fashion in Dencroft's. The play of + the team improved weekly. And its spirit improved too. The next scratch + team they played beat them by a goal and a try to a goal. Dencroft's was + not depressed. It put the result down to a fluke. Then they beat another + side by a try to nothing; and by that time they had got going as an + organised team, and their heart was in the thing. + </p> + <p> + They had improved out of all knowledge when the house-matches began. + Blair's was the lucky house that drew against them in the first round. + </p> + <p> + "Good business," said the men of Blair. "Wonder who we'll play in the + second round." + </p> + <p> + They left the field marvelling. For some unaccountable reason, Dencroft's + had flatly refused to act in the good old way as a doormat for their + opponents. Instead, they had played with a dash and knowledge of the game + which for the first quarter of an hour quite unnerved Blair's. In that + quarter of an hour they scored three times, and finished the game with two + goals and three tries to their name. + </p> + <p> + The School looked on it as a huge joke. "Heard the latest?" friends would + say on meeting one another the day after the game. "Kay's—I mean + Dencroft's—have won a match. They simply sat on Blair's. First time + they've ever won a house-match, I should think. Blair's are awfully sick. + We shall have to be looking out." + </p> + <p> + Whereat the friend would grin broadly. The idea of Dencroft's making a + game of it with his house tickled him. + </p> + <p> + When Dencroft's took fifteen points off Mulholland's, the joke began to + lose its humour. + </p> + <p> + "Why, they must be some good," said the public, startled at the novelty of + the idea. "If they win another match, they'll be in the final!" + </p> + <p> + Kay's in the final! Cricket? Oh, yes, they had got into the final at + cricket, of course. But that wasn't the house. It was Fenn. Footer was + different. One man couldn't do everything there. The only possible + explanation was that they had improved to an enormous extent. + </p> + <p> + Then people began to remember that they had played in scratch games + against the house. There seemed to be a tremendous number of fellows who + had done this. At one time or another, it seemed, half the School had + opposed Dencroft's in the ranks of a scratch side. It began to dawn on + Eckleton that in an unostentatious way Dencroft's had been putting in + about seven times as much practice as any other three houses rolled + together. No wonder they combined so well. + </p> + <p> + When the School House, with three first fifteen men in its team, fell + before them, the reputation of Dencroft's was established. It had reached + the final, and only Blackburn's stood now between it and the cup. + </p> + <p> + All this while Blackburn's had been doing what was expected of them by + beating each of their opponents with great ease. There was nothing + sensational about this as there was in the case of Dencroft's. The latter + were, therefore, favourites when the two teams lined up against one + another in the final. The School felt that a house that had had such a + meteoric flight as Dencroft's must—by all that was dramatic—carry + the thing through to its obvious conclusion, and pull off the final. + </p> + <p> + But Fenn and Kennedy were not so hopeful. A certain amount of science, a + great deal of keenness, and excellent condition, had carried them through + the other rounds in rare style, but, though they would probably give a + good account of themselves, nobody who considered the two teams + impartially could help seeing that Dencroft's was a weaker side than + Blackburn's. Nothing but great good luck could bring them out victorious + today. + </p> + <p> + And so it proved. Dencroft's played up for all they were worth from the + kick-off to the final solo on the whistle, but they were over-matched. + Blackburn's scrum was too heavy for them, with its three first fifteen men + and two seconds. Dencroft's pack were shoved off the ball time after time, + and it was only keen tackling that kept the score down. By half-time + Blackburn's were a couple of tries ahead. Fenn scored soon after the + interval with a great run from his own twenty-five, and for a quarter of + an hour it looked as if it might be anybody's game. Kennedy converted the + try, so that Blackburn's only led by a single point. A fluky kick or a + mistake on the part of a Blackburnite outside might give Dencroft's the + cup. + </p> + <p> + But the Blackburn outsides did not make mistakes. They played a strong, + sure game, and the forwards fed them well. Ten minutes before No-side, + Jimmy Silver ran in, increasing the lead to six points. And though + Dencroft's never went to pieces, and continued to show fight to the very + end, Blackburn's were not to be denied, and Challis scored a final try in + the corner. Blackburn's won the cup by the comfortable, but not excessive, + margin of a goal and three tries to a goal. + </p> + <p> + Dencroft's had lost the cup; but they had lost it well. Their credit had + increased in spite of the defeat. + </p> + <p> + "I thought we shouldn't be able to manage Blackburn's," said Kennedy, + "What we must do now is win that sports' cup." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0024" id="link2H_4_0024"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXIV — THE SPORTS + </h2> + <p> + There were certain houses at Eckleton which had, as it were, specialised + in certain competitions. Thus, Gay's, who never by any chance survived the + first two rounds of the cricket and football housers, invariably won the + shooting shield. All the other houses sent their brace of men to the range + to see what they could do, but every year it was the same. A pair of weedy + obscurities from Gay's would take the shield by a comfortable margin. In + the same way Mulholland's had only won the cricket cup once since they had + become a house, but they had carried off the swimming cup three years in + succession, and six years in all out of the last eight. The sports had + always been looked on as the perquisite of the School House; and this + year, with Milligan to win the long distances, and Maybury the high jump + and the weight, there did not seem much doubt at their success. These two + alone would pile up fifteen points. Three points were given for a win, two + for second place, and one for third. It was this that encouraged Kennedy + in the hope that Dencroft's might have a chance. Nobody in the house could + beat Milligan or Maybury, but the School House second and third strings + were not so invincible. If Dencroft's, by means of second and third places + in the long races and the other events which were certainties for their + opponents, could hold the School House, Fenn's sprinting might just give + them the cup. In the meantime they trained hard, but in an unobtrusive + fashion which aroused no fear in School House circles. + </p> + <p> + The sports were fixed for the last Saturday of term, but not all the races + were run on that day. The half-mile came off on the previous Thursday, and + the long steeplechase on the Monday after. + </p> + <p> + The School House won the half-mile, as they were expected to do. Milligan + led from the start, increased his lead at the end of the first lap, + doubled it half-way through the second, and finally, with a dazzling + sprint in the last seventy yards, lowered the Eckleton record by a second + and three-fifths, and gave his house three points. Kennedy, who stuck + gamely to his man for half the first lap, was beaten on the tape by Crake, + of Mulholland's. When sports' day came, therefore, the score was School + House three points, Mulholland's two, Dencroft's one. The success of + Mulholland's in the half was to the advantage of Dencroft's. Mulholland's + was not likely to score many more points, and a place to them meant one or + two points less to the School House. + </p> + <p> + The sports opened all in favour of Dencroft's, but those who knew drew no + great consolation from this. School sports always begin with the sprints, + and these were Dencroft's certainties. Fenn won the hundred yards as + easily as Milligan had won the half. Peel was second, and a Beddell's man + got third place. So that Dencroft's had now six points to their rival's + three. Ten minutes later they had increased their lead by winning the + first two places at throwing the cricket ball, Fenn's throw beating + Kennedy's by ten yards, and Kennedy's being a few feet in front of Jimmy + Silver's, which, by gaining third place, represented the only point + Blackburn's managed to amass during the afternoon. + </p> + <p> + It now began to dawn upon the School House that their supremacy was + seriously threatened. Dencroft's, by its success in the football + competition, had to a great extent lived down the reputation the house had + acquired when it had been Kay's, but even now the notion of its winning a + cup seemed somehow vaguely improper. But the fact had to be faced that it + now led by eleven points to the School House's three. + </p> + <p> + "It's all right," said the School House, "our spot events haven't come off + yet. Dencroft's can't get much more now." + </p> + <p> + And, to prove that they were right, the gap between the two scores began + gradually to be filled up. Dencroft's struggled hard, but the School House + total crept up and up. Maybury brought it to six by winning the high jump. + This was only what had been expected of him. The discomforting part of the + business was that the other two places were filled by Morrell, of + Mulholland's, and Smith, of Daly's. And when, immediately afterwards, + Maybury won the weight, with another School House man second, leaving + Dencroft's with third place only, things began to look black for the + latter. They were now only one point ahead, and there was the mile to + come: and Milligan could give any Dencroftian a hundred yards at that + distance. + </p> + <p> + But to balance the mile there was the quarter, and in the mile Kennedy + contrived to beat Crake by much the same number of feet as Crake had + beaten him by in the half. The scores of the two houses were now level, + and a goodly number of the School House certainties were past. + </p> + <p> + Dencroft's forged ahead again by virtue of the quarter-mile. Fenn won it; + Peel was second; and a dark horse from Denny's got in third. With the + greater part of the sports over, and a lead of five points to their name, + Dencroft's could feel more comfortable. The hurdle-race was productive of + some discomfort. Fenn should have won it, as being blessed with twice the + pace of any of his opponents. But Maybury, the jumper, made up for lack of + pace by the scientific way in which he took his hurdles, and won off him + by a couple of feet. Smith, Dencroft's second string, finished third, thus + leaving the totals unaltered by the race. + </p> + <p> + By this time the public had become alive to the fact that Dencroft's were + making a great fight for the cup. They had noticed that Dencroft's colours + always seemed to be coming in near the head of the procession, but the + School House had made the cup so much their own, that it took some time + for the school to realise that another house—especially the late + Kay's—was running them hard for first place. Then, just before the + hurdle-race, fellows with "correct cards" hastily totted up the points + each house had won up-to-date. To the general amazement it was found that, + while the School House had fourteen, Dencroft's had reached nineteen, and, + barring the long run to be decided on the Monday, there was nothing now + that the School House must win without dispute. + </p> + <p> + A house that will persist in winning a cup year after year has to pay for + it when challenged by a rival. Dencroft's instantly became warm + favourites. Whenever Dencroft's brown and gold appeared at the scratch, + the school shouted for it wildly till the event was over. By the end of + the day the totals were more nearly even, but Dencroft's were still ahead. + They had lost on the long jump, but not unexpectedly. The totals at the + finish were, School House twenty-three, Dencroft's twenty-five. Everything + now depended on the long run. + </p> + <p> + "We might do it," said Kennedy to Fenn, as they changed. "Milligan's a + cert for three points, of course, but if we can only get two we win the + cup." + </p> + <p> + "There's one thing about the long run," said Fenn; "you never quite know + what's going to happen. Milligan might break down over one of the hedges + or the brook. There's no telling." + </p> + <p> + Kennedy felt that such a remote possibility was something of a broken reed + to lean on. He had no expectation of beating the School House long + distance runner, but he hoped for second place; and second place would + mean the cup, for there was nobody to beat either himself or Crake. + </p> + <p> + The distance of the long run was as nearly as possible five miles. The + course was across country to the village of Ledby in a sort of semicircle + of three and a half miles, and then back to the school gates by road. + Every Eckletonian who ran at all knew the route by heart. It was the + recognised training run if you wanted to train particularly hard. If you + did not, you took a shorter spin. At the milestone nearest the school—it + was about half a mile from the gates—a good number of fellows used + to wait to see the first of the runners and pace their men home. But, as a + rule, there were few really hot finishes in the long run. The man who got + to Ledby first generally kept the advantage, and came in a long way ahead + of the field. + </p> + <p> + On this occasion the close fight Kennedy and Crake had had in the mile and + the half, added to the fact that Kennedy had only to get second place to + give Dencroft's the cup, lent a greater interest to the race than usual. + The crowd at the milestone was double the size of the one in the previous + year, when Milligan had won for the first time. And when, amidst howls of + delight from the School House, the same runner ran past the stone with his + long, effortless stride, before any of the others were in sight, the crowd + settled down breathlessly to watch for the second man. + </p> + <p> + Then a yell, to which the other had been nothing, burst from the School + House as a white figure turned the corner. It was Crake. Waddling rather + than running, and breathing in gasps; but still Crake. He toiled past the + crowd at the milestone. + </p> + <p> + "By Jove, he looks bad," said someone. + </p> + <p> + And, indeed, he looked very bad. But he was ahead of Kennedy. That was the + great thing. + </p> + <p> + He had passed the stone by thirty yards, when the cheering broke out + again. Kennedy this time, in great straits, but in better shape than + Crake. Dencroft's in a body trotted along at the side of the road, + shouting as they went. Crake, hearing the shouts, looked round, almost + fell, and then pulled himself together and staggered on again. There were + only a hundred yards to go now, and the school gates were in sight at the + end of a long lane of spectators. They looked to Kennedy like two thick, + black hedges. He could not sprint, though a hundred voices were shouting + to him to do so. It was as much as he could do to keep moving. Only his + will enabled him to run now. He meant to get to the gates, if he had to + crawl. + </p> + <p> + The hundred yards dwindled to fifty, and he had diminished Crake's lead by + a third. Twenty yards from the gates, and he was only half-a-dozen yards + behind. + </p> + <p> + Crake looked round again, and this time did what he had nearly done + before. His legs gave way; he rolled over; and there he remained, with the + School House watching him in silent dismay, while Kennedy went on and + pitched in a heap on the other side of the gates. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + "Feeling bad?" said Jimmy Silver, looking in that evening to make + inquiries. + </p> + <p> + "I'm feeling good," said Kennedy. + </p> + <p> + "That the cup?" asked Jimmy. + </p> + <p> + Kennedy took the huge cup from the table. + </p> + <p> + "That's it. Milligan has just brought it round. Well, they can't say they + haven't had their fair share of it. Look here. School House. School House. + School House. School House. Daly's. School House. Denny's. School House. + School House. <i>Ad infinitum</i>." + </p> + <p> + They regarded the trophy in silence. + </p> + <p> + "First pot the house has won," said Kennedy at length. "The very first." + </p> + <p> + "It won't be the last," returned Jimmy Silver, with decision. + </p> + <div style="height: 6em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Head of Kay's, by P. G. Wodehouse + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE HEAD OF KAY'S *** + +***** This file should be named 6877-h.htm or 6877-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/6/8/7/6877/ + +Etext produced by Suzanne L. 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