The Philosophers, when in due time they mustered in the faggery after their inspection of the scene of the outrage, were not slow in taking in the seriousness of the situation.
"Of course he's suspected.

It's all your fault, you ass, for being such a muff and letting Jarman catch you.

You can't do a thing without making a mess of it." "How could I help it ?" I pleaded.
"Couldn't you have fetched his blazer for him without running into that cad's way ?" "What I can't make out," said Langrish, "is how Tempest knew about the guy and was able to let it off." "I don't believe he did," said I.

"I'm sure he didn't." "You'd believe anything.

Things like that don't go off by themselves, do they ?" I was bound to admit they did not, but persisted in my belief that Tempest had nothing to do with it.
But the logic of the Philosophers was irresistible.
"Didn't we see him go over and come back?
and didn't it blow up the moment he got into the house ?" said Trimble.
"And didn't he go over on purpose to have it out with Jarman ?" said Coxhead.
"And hadn't he got his blazer with him when he came back ?--so he must have been in the gym.," said Warminster.
"Who else was likely to do it ?" said Langrish.