"One moment, Spiller. We shall have the first outing of the term on Sat.u.r.day. We intend to inspect the Roman Camp at Embury Hill, two miles from the school."
"We shall be there, sir."
"Capital!"
"Please, sir-" said Spiller.
"One moment, Spiller," said Psmith. "There is just one other matter, if you could spare the time, sir."
"Certainly, Smith. What is that?"
"Would there be any objection to Jackson and myself taking Simpson"s old study?"
"By all means, Smith. A very good idea."
"Yes, sir. It would give us a place where we could work quietly in the evenings."
"Quite so. Quite so."
"Thank you very much, sir. We will move our things in."
"Thank you very much, sir," said Mike.
"Please, sir," shouted Spiller, "aren"t I to have it? I"m next on the list, sir. I come next after Simpson. Can"t I have it?"
"I"m afraid I have already promised it to Smith, Spiller. You should have spoken before."
"But, sir--"
Psmith eyed the speaker pityingly.
"This tendency to delay, Spiller," he said, "is your besetting fault. Correct it, Edwin. Fight against it."
He turned to Mr. Outwood.
"We should, of course, sir, always be glad to see Spiller in our study. He would always find a cheery welcome waiting there for him. There is no formality between ourselves and Spiller."
"Quite so. An excellent arrangement, Smith. I like this spirit of comradeship in my house. Then you will be with us on Sat.u.r.day?"
"On Sat.u.r.day, sir."
"All this sort of thing, Spiller," said Psmith, as they closed the door, "is very, very trying for a man of culture. Look us up in our study one of these afternoons."
CHAPTER x.x.xIV
GUERRILLA WARFARE
"There are few pleasures," said Psmith, as he resumed his favourite position against the mantelpiece and surveyed the commandeered study with the pride of a householder, "keener to the reflective mind than sitting under one"s own roof-tree. This place would have been wasted on Spiller; he would not have appreciated it properly."
Mike was finishing his tea. "You"re a jolly useful chap to have by you in a crisis, Smith," he said with approval. "We ought to have known each other before."
"The loss was mine," said Psmith courteously. "We will now, with your permission, face the future for awhile. I suppose you realise that we are now to a certain extent up against it. Spiller"s hot Spanish blood is not going to sit tight and do nothing under a blow like this."
"What can he do? Outwood"s given us the study."
"What would you have done if somebody had bagged your study?"
"Made it jolly hot for them!"
"So will Comrade Spiller. I take it that he will collect a gang and make an offensive movement against us directly he can. To all appearances we are in a fairly tight place. It all depends on how big Comrade Spiller"s gang will be. I don"t like rows, but I"m prepared to take on a reasonable number of bravoes in defence of the home."
Mike intimated that he was with him on the point. "The difficulty is, though," he said, "about when we leave this room. I mean, we"re all right while we stick here, but we can"t stay all night."
"That"s just what I was about to point out when you put it with such admirable clearness. Here we are in a stronghold, they can only get at us through the door, and we can lock that."
"And jam a chair against it."
"And, as you rightly remark, jam a chair against it. But what of the nightfall? What of the time when we retire to our dormitory?"
"Or dormitories. I say, if we"re in separate rooms we shall be in the cart."
Psmith eyed Mike with approval. "He thinks of everything! You"re the man, Comrade Jackson, to conduct an affair of this kind-such foresight! such resource! We must see to this at once; if they put us in different rooms we"re done-we shall be destroyed singly in the watches of the night."
"We"d better nip down to the matron right off."
"Not the matron-Comrade Outwood is the man. We are as sons to him; there is nothing he can deny us. I"m afraid we are quite spoiling his afternoon by these interruptions, but we must rout him out once more."
As they got up, the door handle rattled again, and this time there followed a knocking.
"This must be an emissary of Comrade Spiller"s," said Psmith. "Let us parley with the man."
Mike unlocked the door. A light-haired youth with a cheerful, rather vacant face and a receding chin strolled into the room, and stood giggling with his hands in his pockets.
"I just came up to have a look at you," he explained.
"If you move a little to the left," said Psmith, "you will catch the light and shade effects on Jackson"s face better."
The new-comer giggled with renewed vigour. "Are you the chap with the eyegla.s.s who jaws all the time?"
"I do wear an eyegla.s.s," said Psmith; "as to the rest of the description--"
"My name"s Jellicoe."
"Mine is Psmith-P-s-m-i-t-h-one of the Shropshire Psmiths. The object on the skyline is Comrade Jackson."
"Old Spiller," giggled Jellicoe, "is cursing you like anything downstairs. You are chaps! Do you mean to say you simply bagged his study? He"s making no end of a row about it."
"Spiller"s fiery nature is a byword," said Psmith.