“Wally, he’s Yorke’s fag. Who else was there?”
“Only me and Ashby.”
“Who does Ashby fag for?”
“My brother, Fisher major.”
“I thought you said just now your brother wasn’t in it. You’d better be careful, youngster.”
For the life of him, Fisher minor, in his bewildered state, could not make out how Ridgway, and Yorke, and Fisher major all seemed to have got mixed up in the affair.
“You mean to say,” said the judge, “you don’t know what the orders to the fags were?”
“No, really—I only heard of it from D’Arcy.”
“Your brother never said anything to you direct!”
“Oh no.”