“Rather; that’s why they’re there.”
Maddox had sat down on a pile of books and golf-balls, and there was a rolling-about and spilling as he got up.
“Thanks,” he said. “I’ll think what can be done, and remember you know nothing about it all. But the fact that I’ve found a crib of David’s is another matter. Send him to me when he comes in.”
There was a piercing and cheerful whistle outside at this moment, quite unmistakable, and David burst gaily in.
“Hullo, Maddox!” he said.
“Hullo! I say, I’ve got a Thucydides crib of yours here, with your name written in it, you silly ass. Collect all the cribs you’ve got, and bring them to my study. I’m going to whack you!”
He waited a moment, just to make sure that David was not going to say that everybody cribbed in Remove A. Of course David said nothing of the kind, and he went back to his study.
“Bags, you ass!” said David, innocent of all that Bags had attempted to do. “Why didn’t you sit on it or something, when he came in?”
“Couldn’t. There simply wasn’t time.”
David searched his shelves, swearing softly to himself, and the result was a rather voluminous load.