So he even accepted an invitation to come and have tea in Silk’s room that evening, to look at a volume of “Punch” the latter had got from home, and to talk over the coming boat-race.
Had he overheard a hurried conversation which took place between Silk and Gilks shortly afterwards in the Sixth Form room he would have looked forward to that evening with anything but eagerness.
“Well?” asked Gilks.
“Hooked him, I fancy,” said Silk. “He’s coming to tea this evening.”
“Good man. How did you manage it?”
“Oh, and by the way,” said Silk, “that going to Beamish’s last week was no end of a crime. If it’s found out it’s expulsion, remember. He believes it all. I’ve told him we won’t let out on him, and he’s promised not to say a word about it. Fancy we’ve rather a pull on him there.”
“You’re a jolly clever fellow, Silk,” said Gilks, admiringly.
“May be, but I’m not such a nice boy as you are, Gilks.”