I'm just asleep." Nemesis handed in her last cheque to our heroes after chapel next morning in the Doctor's study.

I will spare the reader the harrowing details of that serious interview.

Suffice it to say that the dormitory fag was right, and that Mrs Partlett was spared the trouble of packing up the two young gentlemen's wardrobes.
But they emerged from the study wiser and sadder men.

They knew more about the properties of a certain flexible wood than they had ever dreamed of before.

They also felt themselves marked men in high quarters, with a blot on their new boy's scutcheon which it would take a heap of virtue to efface.
"By George!" said Dick that afternoon, "we got it hot--too hot, Georgie." "I think Winter might have let us down rather easier, myself," said Georgie.
There was a pause.
"Was it windy last night ?" asked Dick.
"Rather!" said Georgie.
"Anything new down town ?" "Couldn't hear anything." "Hum! I wonder what that beast's done with mother's photograph?
I say, Georgie, what a howling brute he was!" "He was; he deserves anything." Strange, if so, that neither of our young heroes went to the police station and informed against their man.