"I"ll be going on. I shall be under the trees at the far end of the ground."
""Tis well. I will be with you in about two ticks."
Mike walked on toward the field, and Psmith, strolling upstairs to fetch his novel, found Mr. Downing standing in the pa.s.sage with the air of one who has lost his bearings.
"A warm afternoon, sir," murmured Psmith courteously, as he pa.s.sed.
"Er--Smith!"
"Sir?"
"I--er--wish to go round the dormitories."
It was Psmith"s guiding rule in life never to be surprised at anything, so he merely inclined his head gracefully, and said nothing.
"I should be glad if you would fetch the keys and show me where the rooms are."
"With acute pleasure, sir," said Psmith. "Or shall I fetch Mr. Outwood, sir?"
"Do as I tell you Smith," snapped Mr. Downing.
Psmith said no more, but went down to the matron"s room. The matron being out, he abstracted the bunch of keys from her table and rejoined the master.
"Shall I lead the way, sir?" he asked.
Mr. Downing nodded.
"Here, sir," said Psmith, opening the door, "we have Barnes"s dormitory.
An airy room, constructed on the soundest hygienic principles. Each boy, I understand, has quite a considerable number of cubic feet of air all to himself. It is Mr. Outwood"s boast that no boy has ever asked for a cubic foot of air in vain. He argues justly--"
He broke off abruptly and began to watch the other"s maneuvers in silence. Mr. Downing was peering rapidly beneath each bed in turn.
"Are you looking for Barnes, sir?" inquired Psmith politely. "I think he"s out in the field."
Mr. Downing rose, having examined the last bed, crimson in the face with the exercise.
"Show me the next dormitory, Smith," he said, panting slightly.
"This," said Psmith, opening the next door and sinking his voice to an awed whisper, "is where _I_ sleep!"
Mr. Downing glanced swiftly beneath the three beds.
"Excuse me, sir," said Psmith, "but are we chasing anything?"
"Be good enough, Smith," said Mr. Downing with asperity, "to keep your remarks to yourself."
"I was only wondering sir. Shall I show you the next in order?"
"Certainly."
They moved on up the pa.s.sage.
Drawing blank at the last dormitory, Mr. Downing paused, baffled. Psmith waited patiently by. An idea struck the master.
"The studies, Smith," he cried.
"Aha!" said Psmith. "I beg your pardon, sir. The observation escaped me unawares. The frenzy of the chase is beginning to enter into my blood.
Here we have--"
Mr. Downing stopped short.
"Is this impertinence studied, Smith?"
"Ferguson"s study, sir? No, sir. That"s farther down the pa.s.sage. This is Barnes"s."
Mr. Downing looked at him closely. Psmith"s face was wooden in its gravity. The master snorted suspiciously, then moved on.
"Whose is this?" he asked, rapping a door.
"This, sir, is mine and Jackson"s."
"What! Have you a study? You are low down in the school for it."
"I think, sir, that Mr. Outwood gave it us rather as a testimonial to our general worth than to our proficiency in schoolwork."
Mr. Downing raked the room with a keen eye. The absence of bars from the window attracted his attention.
"Have you no bars to your windows here, such as there are in my house?"
"There appears to be no bar, sir," said Psmith, putting up his eyegla.s.s.
Mr. Downing was leaning out of the window.
"A lovely view, is it not, sir?" said Psmith. "The trees, the field, the distant hills ..."
Mr. Downing suddenly started. His eye had been caught by the water pipe at the side of the window. The boy whom Sergeant Collard had seen climbing the pipe must have been making for this study.
He spun around and met Psmith"s blandly inquiring gaze. He looked at Psmith carefully for a moment. No. The boy he had chased last night had not been Psmith. That exquisite"s figure and general appearance were unmistakable, even in the dusk.
"Whom did you say you shared this study with, Smith?"
"Jackson, sir. The cricketer."
"Never mind about his cricket, Smith," said Mr. Downing with irritation.
"No, sir."
"He is the only other occupant of the room?"