“John Stockley.”
CHAPTER XXVIII
The Unraveled Tangle
UNPLEASANT as the interview had been to Roy, he no sooner left the sickroom than he found his spirits rise with a great bound. At last! At last he was cleared! Now the way was smoothed for him. All aspersions on his character would be scattered like the morning mist before the sun, as soon as the contents of the precious paper were made known.
The three boys left the infirmary at about half an hour after eleven o'clock. In a quarter of an hour classes would be dismissed for the day, it being a customary half-holiday.
Jack Beecham was eager to post the notice on the bulletin board at once. They took the wiser and safer course. They decided to see the prefect first, as nothing appeared on the board without his sanction, and when it did it was regarded as official.
“Come in,” they heard him call in response to their rap at the door.
“Great news, Mr. Shalford,” shouted Jack Beecham before he entered the room. “Everything's settled. Roy's all right now. The head of the clique has done it this time—in black and white, too; see, sir.”