“No, it suggests older brains. I dare say your roommate, Vinton, might do as clever a thing as that?”
Gerald made no reply; only studied the cap he was twisting about in his hands. Mr. Collins, unseen, smiled and darted a look across at the busy secretary.
“Not Vinton, eh? Then let me see. Ah, I have it, I’m sure! Loring?”
Continued silence. Mr. Collins sighed.
“You won’t tell, Pennimore?”
“No, sir.”
“Um. Perhaps you don’t realize that you have broken at least two rules?”
“Yes, sir, I know.”
“We’ve expelled students here for less, Pennimore,” continued the Assistant Principal, suggestively. Gerald said nothing.