“He climbed up to the window and got in one night.”
“Scoody did? You never told me that.”
“I never told anybody.”
“And he got down again all safe? Why, it was more risky than climbing up a rock. You tell him he must not do it again.”
“I have told him.”
“I’ll ask my father to let him come up and see me, poor chap. He likes me, you see, Max. I say, I am so dull and miserable, you might do one thing for me.”
“Yes: what shall I do?”
“Go and fetch the dogs. I want to see them.”
Max nodded, and had reached the door, when Kenneth called him back.
“What is it?” said Max, staring, as he saw Kenneth’s thin white hands stretched out towards him, and a peculiar look on his face, which looked the more strange from its having a long strapping of plaster across his brow.