They would pose as the champions of honesty.

They would be mortifying the Classics, even while they pretended to assist them; and, above all, they would wipe out scores with Rollitt himself, in a way he could not well disregard.
Clapperton and Dangle were not superlatively clever boys; but, whether by chance or design, they certainly hit upon an admirable method for bringing the matter to a crisis.
Dangle took upon himself to confide his suspicions, as a dead and terrible secret, to Wilcox, a middle-boy of Forder's house, and notorious as the most prolific gossip in Fellsgarth; who, moreover, was known to have several talking acquaintances in the other houses.
Wilcox received Dangle's communication with astonishment and--oh, of course, he wouldn't breathe a word of it to any one, not for the world; it was a bad business, but it was Fisher major's business to see it put right, and so on.
That night as Wilcox and his friend Underwood were retiring to rest, the former confided to the latter, under the deadliest pledge of secrecy, that there was a scandal going on about the School accounts.

He mightn't say more except that the fellow suspected was one of the last he himself should have dreamt of, although others might be less surprised.
That was not all.

Next morning he sat next to Calder, a Classic boy, in Hall, and asked him if he could keep a secret.

Oh yes, Calder could keep any amount of secrets.