The young gentlemen came out of the schoolroom, and seeing these black, unearthly looking objects before them, hastily retreated.
Mr. Floyd looked toward the staircase.
He saw Bobsey coming down, and a suspicion at once crowded his mind.
"Where have you been?" he asked.
"Nowhere," replied Bobsey.
"What was it you put down the chimney?"
"Vell, then, 'ere's a go?" said Bobsey, assuming an air of injured innocence. "'Cos I'm going to leave your hemploy, I'm not to be accused of everything. Oh! no—not much. I ain't a nigger slave."
"I'll send for a policeman," cried Mr. Floyd.
"Send for a dozen," said Bobsey, who retreated to the kitchen.
Mr. Floyd's anger was now at its height.