He went to his study, wrote out a fresh copy, and pinned it up in place of the old one. He had been early in coming down that morning, and the majority of the Kayites had not seen the defaced notice. The match was fixed for half-past four. At four a thin rain was falling.
The weather had been bad for some days, but on this particular afternoon it reached the limit. In addition to being wet, it was also cold, and Kennedy, as he walked over to the grounds, felt that he would be glad when the game was over. He hoped that Blackburn"s would be punctual, and congratulated himself on his foresight in securing Mr Blackburn as referee. Some of the staff, when they consented to hold the whistle in a scratch game, invariably kept the teams waiting on the field for half an hour before turning up. Mr Blackburn, an the other hand, was always punctual. He came out of his house just as Kennedy turned in at the school gates.
"Well, Kennedy," he said from the depths of his ulster, the collar of which he had turned up over his ears with a prudence which Kennedy, having come out with only a blazer on over his football clothes, distinctly envied, "I hope your men are not going to be late. I don"t think I ever saw a worse day for football. How long were you thinking of playing? Two twenty-fives would be enough for a day like this, I think."
Kennedy consulted with Jimmy Silver, who came up at this moment, and they agreed without argument that twenty-five minutes each way would be the very thing.
"Where are your men?" asked Jimmy. "I"ve got all our chaps out here, bar Challis, who"ll be out in a few minutes. I left him almost changed."
Challis appeared a little later, and joined the rest of Blackburn"s team, who were putting in the time and trying to keep warm by running and pa.s.sing and dropping desultory goals. But, with the exception of Fenn, who stood brooding by himself in the centre of the field, wrapped to the eyes in a huge overcoat, and two other house prefects of Kay"s, who strolled up and down looking as if they wished they were in their studies, there was no sign of the missing team.
"I can"t make it out," said Kennedy.
"You"re sure you put up the right time?" asked Jimmy Silver.
"Yes, quite."
It certainly could not be said that Kay"s had had any room for doubt as to the time of the match, for it had appeared in large figures on both notices.
A quarter to five sounded from the college clock.
"We must begin soon," said Mr Blackburn, "or there will not be light enough even for two twenty-fives."
Kennedy felt wretched. Apart from the fact that he was frozen to an icicle and drenched by the rain, he felt responsible for his team, and he could see that Blackburn"s men were growing irritated at the delay, though they did their best to conceal it.
"Can"t we lend them some subs?" suggested Challis, hopefully.
"All right--if you can raise eleven subs," said Silver. "They"ve only got four men on the field at present."
Challis subsided.
"Look here," said Kennedy, "I"m going back to the house to see what"s up. I"ll be back as soon as I can. They must have mistaken the time or something after all."
He rushed back to the house, and flung open the door of the senior dayroom. It was empty.
Kennedy had expected to find his missing men huddled in a semicircle round the fire, waiting for some one to come and tell them that Blackburn"s had taken the field, and that they could come out now without any fear of having to wait in the rain for the match to begin.
This, he thought, would have been the unselfish policy of Kay"s senior dayroom.
But to find n.o.body was extraordinary.
The thought occurred to him that the team might be changing in their dormitories. He ran upstairs. But all the dormitories were locked, as he might have known they would have been. Coming downstairs again he met his f.a.g, Spencer.
Spencer replied to his inquiry that he had only just come in. He did not know where the team had got to. No, he had not seen any of them.
"Oh, yes, though," he added, as an afterthought, "I met Walton just now. He looked as if he was going down town."
Walton had once licked Spencer, and that vindictive youth thought that this might be a chance of getting back at him.
"Oh," said Kennedy, quietly, "Walton? Did you? Thanks."
Spencer was disappointed at his lack of excitement. His news did not seem to interest him.
Kennedy went back to the football field to inform Jimmy Silver of the result of his investigations.
XII
KENNEDY INTERVIEWS WALTON
"I"m very sorry," he said, when he rejoined the shivering group, "but I"m afraid we shall have to call this match off. There seems to have been a mistake. None of my team are anywhere about. I"m awfully sorry, sir," he added, to Mr Blackburn, "to have given you all this trouble for nothing."
"Not at all, Kennedy. We must try another day."
Mr Blackburn suspected that something untoward had happened in Kay"s to cause this sudden defection of the first fifteen of the house. He knew that Kennedy was having a hard time in his new position, and he did not wish to add to his discomfort by calling for an explanation before an audience. It could not be pleasant for Kennedy to feel that his enemies had scored off him. It was best to preserve a discreet silence with regard to the whole affair, and leave him to settle it for himself.
Jimmy Silver was more curious. He took Kennedy off to tea in his study, sat him down in the best chair in front of the fire, and proceeded to urge him to confess everything.
"Now, then, what"s it all about?" he asked, briskly, spearing a m.u.f.fin on the fork and beginning to toast.
"It"s no good asking me," said Kennedy. "I suppose it"s a put-up job to make me look a fool. I ought to have known something of this kind would happen when I saw what they did to my first notice."
"What was that?"
Kennedy explained.
"This is getting thrilling," said Jimmy. "Just pa.s.s that plate.
Thanks. What are you going to do about it?"
"I don"t know. What would you do?"
"My dear chap, I"d first find out who was at the bottom of it--there"s bound to be one man who started the whole thing--and I"d make it my aim in life to give him the warmest ten minutes he"d ever had."
"That sounds all right. But how would you set about it?"
"Why, touch him up, of course. What else would you do? Before the whole house, too."
"Supposing he wouldn"t be touched up?"
"Wouldn"t _be!_ He"d have to."
"You don"t know Kay"s, Jimmy. You"re thinking what you"d do if this had happened in Blackburn"s. The two things aren"t the same. Here the man would probably take it like a lamb. The feeling of the house would be against him. He"d find n.o.body to back him up. That"s because Blackburn"s is a decent house instead of being a sink like Kay"s. If I tried the touching-up before the whole house game with our chaps, the man would probably reply by going for me, a.s.sisted by the whole strength of the company."
"Well, dash it all then, all you"ve got to do is to call a prefects"
meeting, and he"ll get ten times worse beans from them than he"d have got from you. It"s simple."
Kennedy stared into the fire pensively.