"Oh, all right," said Jellicoe. "But I wasn't going to tell anyone, of course."
"What do you mean?"
"You are a chap!" giggled Jellicoe.
Mike walked to chapel rather thoughtfully.
18 — MR. DOWNING ON THE SCENT
There was just one moment, the moment in which, on going down to the junior day room of his house to quell an unseemly disturbance, he was boisterously greeted by a vermilion bull terrier, when Mr. Downing was seized with a hideous fear lest he had lost his senses. Glaring down at the crimson animal that was pawing at his knees, he clutched at his reason for one second as a drowning man clutches at a life belt.
Then the happy laughter of the young onlookers reassured him.
"Who—" he shouted, "WHO has done this?"