"Tell him to send Scaife here," said Warde.
Lovell's florid face paled. Scaife would introduce complications. And yet, if it had come to Warde's ears that Beaumont-Greene was in debt to two of his schoolfellows, and if he had found out the name of one, it was not surprising that he knew the name of the other also. As he gave the fag the message, he regretted that Scaife and he could not have a minute's private conversation together.
"You lent Beaumont-Greene ten pounds, Lovell?"
"Yes, sir."
Scaife came in, cool, handsomer than usual because of the sparkle in his eyes.
"Shut the door, Scaife. Look at me, please. Beaumont-Greene owed you money?"
Scaife glanced at Lovell, whose left eyelid quivered.
"Kindly stand behind Scaife, Lovell. Thank you. Answer my question, Scaife."
"Yes, sir; he owed me money."
"Have you lent him money, too?" said Lovell.