Chapter Twenty Two.
The Haunted Window.
“Let me see,” said the doctor, as he and Railsford met once during the day, “I have two of your boys to see this evening. One, a prefect. Was it necessary to send him up?”
“It was, sir. If I saw the slightest prospect of dealing properly with him myself I would have done so. He is an enemy to the order of our house, and, as you know, our house just now cannot afford to have more enemies than it has.”
“Your enemies are those of your own house,” said the doctor sternly. “I had expected long before this that it would have been possible to restore it to the ordinary rights of Grandcourt. An impenetrable mystery is a bad thing for a school.”
“It is,” said Railsford, feeling uncomfortable. And here the conservation ended.
Railsford had not been long in his room that evening when Sir Digby Oakshott knocked at the door and entered with a long face.
“Please, sir, have you seen anything of Herapath?” said he. “He’s not turned up.”