'His Cap has not been given him. Officially, therefore, he is naught. I rely on old Pot.'
'But Mullins is Winton's study-mate,' King persisted.
Pot Mullins and Pater Winton were cousins and rather close friends.
'That will make no difference to Mullins—or Winton, if I know 'em,' said the Head.
'But—but,' King played his last card desperately, 'I was going to recommend Winton for extra sub-prefect in my House, now Carton has gone.'
'Certainly,' said the Head. 'Why not? He will be excellent by tea-time, I hope.'
At that moment they saw Mr. Lidgett, tripping down the corridor, waylaid by Winton.
'It's about that mouse-business at mechanical drawing,' Winton opened, swinging across his path.
'Yes, yes, highly disgraceful,' Mr. Lidgett panted.
'I know it was,' said Winton. 'It—it was a cad's trick because'
'Because you knew I couldn't give you more than fifty lines,' said Mr. Lidgett.
'Well, anyhow I've come to apologise for it.'
'Certainly,' said Mr. Lidgett, and added, for he was a kindly man, 'I think that shows quite right feeling. I'll tell the Head at once I'm satisfied.'
'No—no!' The boy's still unmended voice jumped from the growl to the squeak. 'I didn't mean that! I—I did it on principle. Please don't—er—do anything of that kind.'
