"Are you trying to tell me that you found Miss Rouse-obtaining help during an examination?"
"She did her best. I haven't spent the best years of my life in Fourth-Form circles without knowing the routine. It was at the beginning that I noticed what she was about, and since I didn't want to make a scandal of it I thought the best way was to prevent her from using it."
"Using it? Using what?"
"The little book."
"You mean that you saw a student using a small book at an examination, and said nothing about it? "
"No, of course not. It was only afterwards that I knew about the book. All that I knew at the time was that there was something she was trying to refer to. She had a handkerchief in her left hand- although she hadn't a cold, and seemed to have no legitimate use for the thing and she had that bag-of-sweets-under-the-desk look that you know as well as I do. There wasn't anything under her desk, so I deduced that whatever she had was in her hand with the handkerchief. As I had no proof —»
"Ah! You had no proof."
"No. I had no proof, and I didn't want to upset the whole room by demanding any, so I invigilated from the back of the room, where I was directly behind her, and could see to it that she got no help from anything or anybody."
"But if you did not ask her about the affair, how did you know about a book?"
"I found the book lying by the path to the gymnasium. It was —»