We turned and walked toward him, with a cold sensation of dread running through me; for what I knew made me shiver with dread, lest the real cause of the disappearance of the watch should have been discovered; and I remembered now about my headache on the cricket match day, and how Mercer had hung about near me, going and coming between me and the tent.
The next moment we were facing the two masters, and Mr Rebble spoke, looking at me very severely.
“Burr junior,” he said, “the Doctor wishes to see you in his room directly.”
I felt as if I had turned white, and I saw Mr Hasnip looking at me in a horrified way, as Mr Rebble continued:
“And, Mercer, you are to come as well.”
“Poor Tom!” I thought, as my hot anger against him died away. “It is all found out. What will we do? I shall have to tell the whole truth.”
Chapter Twenty Six.
Everything seemed to me as if we were in a dream, and I grew more and more troubled as we were marched in separately to the Doctor’s library, where to my astonishment I found Burr major and Dicksee standing, while the Doctor sat back in his big chair, with one hand over his eyes.