But the witness was too eager to listen to the remark.
"It was this way.

We had a guy belonging to the Ph.C.C, you know, and he was chock-full of fireworks.

We were keeping him for Guy Fawkes' Day, you know.

You wouldn't have known he was Jarman (Mr Jarman, I mean), to look at him, but he was, and Sarah, being president, offered to look after him.

It was too big to stick under the bed, so--" "So," continued I, "I thought the safest place to stick him would be in the lumber room under the gym.; and I never thought any one would be dropping matches through the grating on his touch-paper tongue.