“Is what?”

“Such an ass as we all think.”

Ronny stared at him.

“We all know old Gerald.”

“Do we?” said Jimmy. “I’ve sometimes thought that⁠—well, that it isn’t possible for anyone to be quite the ass old Gerry makes himself out to be.”

They all stared at him. There was a serious look on Ronny’s face.

“Jimmy,” he said, “you’ve got brains.”

“A second Pongo,” said Bill encouragingly.

“Well, it just occurred to me, that’s all,” said Jimmy, defending himself.

“Oh! don’t let’s all be subtle,” cried Socks. “What are we to do about these clocks?”