that Pongo is right—as usual—and that Gerry has got an obscure disease of the eardrums.”
“It’s now twenty past twelve,” said one of the other girls sadly.
“I say,” said Jimmy slowly, “that’s a bit beyond anything, isn’t it? I mean a joke’s a joke. But this is carrying it a bit far. It’s a shade hard on the Cootes.”
Bill stared at him.
“What are you getting at?”
“Well,” said Jimmy. “Somehow or other—it’s not like old Gerry.”
He found it hard to put into words just what he meant to say. He didn’t want to say too much, and yet … He saw Ronny looking at him. Ronny was suddenly alert.
It was at that moment Tredwell came into the room and looked round him hesitatingly.
“I thought Mr. Bateman was here,” he explained apologetically.
“Just gone out this minute through the window,” said Ronny. “Can I do anything?”
Tredwell’s eyes wandered from him to Jimmy Thesiger and then back again. As though singled out, the two young men left the room with him. Tredwell closed the dining-room door carefully behind him.
“Well,” said Ronny. “What’s up?”
“ Mr. Wade not having yet come down, sir, I took the liberty of sending Williams up to his room.”
“Yes?”