“And you gave it to him?”
Sam smiled faintly. “‘Gave’ is hardly the word, sir—he grabbed it.”
“That was the last you saw of the book—in Walker’s hands, in the corridor, outside the examination room?”
“Right there, sir.”
“But you had your own Cicero with you?”
“I guess all the fellows had theirs. But we left them in the corridor—that’s the way we always do, you know.”
The sub-master turned to the principal. “Well, some things seem to be established,” he said. “Do you care to take the witness?”
The principal seemed to hesitate. “No, Mr. Bacon,” he said at last. “You’re quite right—some things we can now accept as established.”
Sam might have considered himself dismissed, but he lingered.
“If there’s anything else I can tell you——” he began; but the sub-master shook his head.