But every one was sleeping peacefully, blissfully unconscious that anything had happened.
"Narrow shave that," said Langrish, when the master had retired.
"I say," said Trimble.

"I wonder if Tempest--" Here he pulled up, but a muffled whistle of dismay took up his meaning.
"If he did, he must have found it out by himself.

I never said a word to him," said I.
"You were bound to make a mess of it," said Coxhead.

"Why ever couldn't you stick the thing where nobody could find it ?" "So I did; it was leaning up against the cellar wall; no one could possibly get at it." "Why not?
the area door's open." "No, it ain't.

I locked it, and hid the key," said I, triumphantly, "for fear of accident, under the scraper." "Good old Sarah--that's lucky.