"
"I thought so. Now you can get out. If you see Spencer, send him here."
Spencer, curiously enough, was just outside the door. So close to it,
indeed, that he almost tumbled in when MacPherson opened it.
"Go and fetch Walton," said Kennedy.
Spencer dashed off delightedly, and in a couple of minutes Walton
appeared. He walked in with an air of subdued defiance, and slammed
the door.
"Don't bang the door like that," said Kennedy. "Why didn't you turn
out today?"
"I was kept in."
"Couldn't you get out in time to play?"
"No."
"When did you get out?"
"Six."
"Not before?"
"I said six."
"Then how did you manage to go down town--without leave, by the way,
but that's a detail--at half-past five?"
"All right," said Walton; "better call me a liar."
"Good suggestion," said Kennedy, cheerfully; "I will."
"It's all very well," said Walton. "You know jolly well you can say
anything you like. I can't do anything to you. You'd have me up before
the prefects."
"Not a bit of it. This is a private affair between ourselves. I'm not
going to drag the prefects into it. You seem to want to make this
house worse than it is. I want to make it more or less decent. We
can't both have what we want."
There was a pause.
"When would it be convenient for you to be touched up before the whole
house?" inquired Kennedy, pleasantly.
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