The Dux looked at me as if he were about to eat me up, I looked back as if I were ready for it.
“You didn’t shoot Hector, then?” I faltered.
“What do you take me for, you young ass? Of course not.”
“Then Brown and I have both—”
“Brown? What about him? He didn’t think I’d done it?”
“He wouldn’t have been expelled if he hadn’t.”
The Dux gave a whistle of mingled dismay and fury.
“You know,” said I, “I saw you come in that night, just after I’d heard the shot, and made sure—”
“Oh, you—you beauty!” cried the Dux, with a bitter laugh. “Why, I’d just gone down for my watch, which I’d left in my blazer, so as to wind it up—and you—you actually go and set me down as a murderer!”
“Oh, Dux, I’m so awfully sorry! Let me go and tell Plummer.”