But I had read the books and knew all about it.

I would sooner have faced a dozen ghosts than a somnambulist.
I had no doubt in my mind that the Dux's empty bed was to be accounted for in this uncanny manner, and that the shot and yell were intimately connected with his mysterious disappearance.

Now I thought of it, he had not been himself for some time.

For a whole week he had not licked me.

Ever since he had got his entrance scholarship at Low Heath he had been queerer than ever.