Chapter Fourteen.
Macey in Difficulties.
“Well, no,” said the doctor emphatically, after hearing Vane’s confession at breakfast next morning. “No harm was done, so I think we will make it a private affair between us, Vane, for the rector would look upon it as high treason if he knew.”
“I’ll go and tell him if you say I am to, uncle.”
“Then I do not say you are to, boy. By the way, do your school-fellows—I beg their pardons—your fellow-pupils know?”
“I have only told you and aunt, sir.”
“Ah, well, let it rest with us, and I daresay the clockmaker will have his own theory about how the two wheels happened to be missing from the works of the clock. Only don’t you go meddling with things which do not belong to your department in future or you may get into very serious trouble indeed.”
The doctor gave his nephew a short sharp nod which meant dismissal, and Vane went off into the conservatory to think about his improvement of the heating apparatus.