I was, however, thankful for the cue.
"What," said I, "don't you know what a blazer is?
Anybody knows that.
It's what you have in the fields." "Come, young gentleman," said the officer, whom Tempest's laugh had put on his dignity, "no prevaricating.

What were you doing with that there blazer ?" "What was I doing with it?
Fetching it." The policeman was evidently puzzled.

He wished he knew what a blazer was, but in the present distinguished company did not like to show his ignorance.
"That blazer must be produced," said he; "it'll be evidence." I looked at Tempest, as the person best able to deal with the matter, and said,-- "I left it in the gym.

Mr Jarman made me." "How long was that before the explosion?
Was it alight when you left it ?" "The blazer?
Oh no." "A blazer," explained the head master blandly, "is a flannel jacket.

I don't see what use it can be as evidence." "I suppose," said Tempest jauntily, who was evidently recovering his presence of mind, "he thought it was a lucifer match." "You'll laugh on the wrong side of your face, young gentleman," said the policeman wrathfully; "this here matter will have to be gone into.
There's been a party injured, and it'll be a matter for the magistrate.
You'll have to come along with me." "I tell you," said Tempest, becoming grave once more, "I've had no more to do with it than you have." "And yet," said Mr Jarman, speaking for the first time, "the explosion took place immediately after you were there, and when it was impossible for any one else to be there." "I say I know nothing at all about it," said Tempest shortly, "and I don't care what you think." "Come, Tempest," said Dr England, "no good will be gained by losing temper.