“Yes,” said Parson, terrified at the prospect of Mr Parrett having to go through the ordeal. “Telson, Bosher, King, and I are the only boys here.”
“All serene,” cried the jubilant voice outside, “open the door, you fellows!”
We draw a veil over the scene which followed!
Mr Parrett hurried out of the room the moment the door was open, merely turning to say, “Come to me all of you at seven to-night!”
And then with his handkerchief still over his mouth he hurried off.
Chapter Seventeen.
A Surprise in Store.
For a few minutes, as the disconcerted and terrified youngsters stood in a small band at Parson’s study-door and watched Mr Parrett slowly retreat down the passage, it seemed as if the final crisis in the career of every one present had arrived.