They remained perfectly silent, as they listened to the footsteps in the passage; at first they were quite close, then they died away. Presently they heard Mr. Weevil returning alone. He paused as he was on the point of entering his own door, as though struck with an idea.
"What's he up to now?" whispered Paul.
They could hear the master enter the next room; then come out again. He stopped at Dormitory X.
In another moment the light of a candle could be seen through a crevice in the door, and a key was put in the lock.
"He's coming here!" exclaimed Stanley.
CHAPTER IX
GOOD ADVICE
Instantly Paul crept under the bed, while Stanley as quickly crept in. Not an instant too soon, for the next moment the door opened and Mr. Weevil, candle in hand, entered. He held the light up, and glanced round the room; then came softly to the bed, and glanced down at Stanley.
Stanley feigned sleep, but directly the light fell on his face he started up as though suddenly wakened, and, staring at the master with bewildered eyes, cried: