“Do you think Pembury will come?” asked Stephen, nervously.
“Oh, rather. He’ll have to report it in the next Dominican. I’ll see he comes.”
“Oh, I think he needn’t mind,” said Stephen, with a queer shyness; “I could write out a report for him.”
“Oh, I dare say; a nice report that would be. No, Tony must be there. He wouldn’t miss it for a five-pound note.”
Stephen retired to report these rather alarming prospects of an audience to his comrades.
“Talking of five-pound notes,” said Wraysford, after he had gone, “does Loman ever mean to pay up that 8 pounds?”
“I don’t know; it doesn’t look like it,” said Oliver. “The fact is, he came to me yesterday to borrow another pound for something or another. He said Cripps had been up to the school and tried to make out that there was another owing, and had threatened, unless he got it, at once to speak to the head master.”
“Did you lend it him?” said Wraysford. “It’s a regular swindle.”
“I hadn’t got it to lend. I told him I was sure the fellow was a thief, and advised him to tell the Doctor.”
“What did he say?”