“Coming out.”
“You are sure of that?”
“Yes, I remember because the door nearly struck me as he opened it.”
“However could it do that!” exclaimed Fisher. “My door opens inwards!”
Dangle coloured up with confusion and stammered—
“I—I thought it—I suppose I was wrong.”
“I think so,” said the doctor frigidly. “Thank you, boys, I needn’t keep you longer at present.”
“You idiot!” said Clapperton, as he and the discomfited Dangle walked back to Forder’s. “You’ve made a precious mess of it, and made the whole house ridiculous. Why couldn’t you let it alone? You’ve mulled everything you’ve put your finger into this term.”
“Look here, Clapperton,” said Dangle, in a white heat, “I’ve stood a lot from you this term—a jolly lot. I’ve done your dirty work, and—”
“What do you mean? What dirty work have I asked you to do?”