The Fifth-form "muggers" heard it, and barricaded their doors and put cotton-wool in their ears.
Stafford and Felgate heard it, and shrugged their shoulders and wondered when the other prefects would be back.
"There's nobody about.

Come on.

We can kick up as much row as we like!" shouted the high-principled Arthur.

"Who cares for my spooney old brother-in-law, Marky ?" The shout of laughter which followed this noble appeal suddenly dropped into a deadly silence as the lank form of Mr Bickers appeared in the doorway.

Arthur rapidly lost himself in the crowd.