But the logic of the Philosophers was irresistible.
“Didn’t we see him go over and come back? and didn’t it blow up the moment he got into the house?” said Trimble.
“And didn’t he go over on purpose to have it out with Jarman?” said Coxhead.
“And hadn’t he got his blazer with him when he came back?—so he must have been in the gym.,” said Warminster.
“Who else was likely to do it?” said Langrish. “I suppose you’ll try to make out Jarman tried to blow himself up?”
“I never said so. All I said was that I’m positive Tempest never did it.”
“And all we say is that you’re about as big an ass as you look, and that’s saving a good deal,” chimed in the Philosophers.
How long the wrangle might have gone on I cannot say. For just then the school messenger appeared on the scene once more—this time in quest of me.
“Young Master Jones iv., you’re to go to the head master at once.”
“What for?” said I, feeling a cold shudder go down my spine.