“Ha! So I was informed by the watchman.” He looked at Tom antagonistically. “Well,” he snapped, “why don’t you continue? There’s more, isn’t there?”
“Not that I know of,” replied Tom calmly. “I had permission to go to town, but I got in late, that’s all.”
“Oh, is it? What about the student who was with you? Wasn’t there some one with you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And didn’t he engage in a fight with the watchman, and, taking advantage of a mean trick, sneak to his room? Didn’t he, I ask you?”
“I presume the watchman has correctly informed you of what happened.”
Tom’s voice was coldly indifferent now, and the proctor recognized that fact.
“He did,” he snapped. “And you know of it, too. I expected you to tell me that.”
“Since when has it been a college rule,” asked Tom, “to confess to the doings of another student? I thought that all that was required of me was to report my own infraction of the rules.”