When the box was full he shook a little from the top upon the desk and the table.
Then he unlocked the door and touched the bell which summoned Mr. Starling.
After a few moments the door opened and Jem entered.
The captain looked up and frowned inquiringly.
There was a red mark across Jem's face, an ugly flush which rendered the sullen, ferocious countenance more evil and desperate looking.
"Shut the door and lock it," said the captain.
Jem did so and stood fingering the dressing-gown with shifting eyes and sullen, evil mouth.
"Come here," said the captain. "What's that on your face?"
"What's what?" said Jem, without raising his eyes.
"You know well enough," said the captain, eying him closely. "Are you sober enough to tell me how you came by that blow? If so, out with it. Who gave it to you?"