“Sure.”
“Who is the spy?”
“Rudge.”
“The proctor?”
“Yes.”
“Where is he?”
“In front of the house, keeping watch of the door. He is taking down the names of everybody who comes in or goes out.”
“And there isn’t a doubt but he will report us if he sees us,” said Frank. “What business has he on York Street? It strikes me it would be a good time to give Mr. Digby Rudge a lesson.”
“What sort of a lesson?”
“Oh, one that he will not forget—one that will cause him to attend to his business in the future and let things outside the college grounds and buildings alone.”