As he opened the door there was a sudden stir and crash at the other end of the room. Fenn had upset one chair and the noise had nearly deafened him. Now chairs seemed to be falling in dozens. Bang! Bang!
Crash!! (two that time). And then somebody shot through the window like a harlequin and dashed away across the lawn. Fenn could hear his footsteps thudding on the soft turf. And at the same moment other footsteps made themselves heard.
Somebody was coming downstairs.
"Who is that? Is anybody there?"
It was Mr Kay"s voice, unmistakably nervous. Fenn darted from the door and across the pa.s.sage. At the other side was a boot-cupboard. It was his only refuge in that direction. What he ought to have done was to leave the dining-room by the opposite door, which led _via_ a corridor to the junior dayroom. But he lost his head, and instead of bolting away from the enemy, went towards him.
The stairs down which Mr Kay was approaching were at the end of the pa.s.sage. To reach the dining-room one turned to the right. Beyond the stairs on the left the pa.s.sage ended in a wall, so that Mr Kay was bound to take the right direction in the search. Fenn wondered if he had a pistol. Not that he cared very much. If the house-master was going to find him, it would be very little extra discomfort to be shot at. And Mr Kay"s talents as a marksman were in all probability limited to picking off sitting haystacks. The important point was that he had a candle. A faint yellow glow preceded him down the stairs. Playing hide-and-seek with him in the dark, Fenn might have slipped past in safety; but the candle made that impossible.
He found the boot-room door and slipped through just as Mr Kay turned the corner. With a thrill of pleasure he found that there was a key inside. He turned it as quietly as he could, but nevertheless it grated. Having done this, and seeing nothing else that he could do except await developments, he sat down on the floor among the boots.
It was not a dignified position for a man who had played for his county while still at school, but just then he would not have exchanged it for a throne--if the throne had been placed in the pa.s.sage or the dining-room.
The only question was--had he been seen or heard? He thought not; but his heart began to beat furiously as the footsteps stopped outside the cupboard door and unseen fingers rattled the handle.
Twice Mr Kay tried the handle, but, finding the cupboard locked, pa.s.sed on into the dining-room. The light of the candle ceased to shine under the door, and Fenn was once more in inky darkness.
He listened intently. A minute later he had made his second mistake.
Instead of waiting, as he should have done, until Mr Kay had retired for good, he unlocked the door directly he had pa.s.sed, and when a m.u.f.fled crash told him that the house-master was in the dining-room among the chairs, out he came and fled softly upstairs towards his bedroom. He thought that Mr Kay might possibly take it into his head to go round the dormitories to make certain that all the members of his house were in. In which case all would be discovered.
When he reached his room he began to fling off his clothes with feverish haste. Once in bed all would be well.
He had got out of his boots, his coat, and his waistcoat, and was beginning to feel that electric sensation of triumph which only conies to the man who _just_ pulls through, when he heard Mr Kay coming down the corridor towards his room. The burglar-hunter, returning from the dining-room in the full belief that the miscreant had escaped through the open window, had had all his ardour for the chase redoubled by the sight of the cupboard door, which Fenn in his hurry had not remembered to close. Mr Kay had made certain by two separate trials that that door had been locked. And now it was wide open. Ergo, the apostle of the jemmy and the skeleton key must still be in the house. Mr Kay, secure in the recollection that burglars never show fight if they can possibly help it, determined to search the house.
Fenn made up his mind swiftly. There was no time to finish dressing.
Mr Kay, peering round, might note the absence of the rest of his clothes from their accustomed pegs if he got into bed as he was. There was only one thing to be done. He threw back the bed-clothes, ruffled the sheets till the bed looked as if it had been slept in, and opened the door just as Mr Kay reached the threshold.
"Anything the matter, sir?" asked Fenn, promptly. "I heard a noise downstairs. Can I help you?"
Mr Kay looked carefully at the ex-head of his house. Fenn was a finely-developed youth. He stood six feet, and all of him that was not bone was muscle. A useful colleague to have by one in a hunt for a possibly ferocious burglar.
So thought Mr Kay.
"So _you_ heard the noise?" he said. "Well, perhaps you had better come with me. There is no doubt that a burglar has entered the house tonight, in spite of the fact that I locked all the windows myself. Your study window was unlocked, Fenn. It was extremely careless of you to leave it in such a condition, and I hope you will be more careful in future. Why, somebody might have got in through it."
Fenn thought it was not at all unlikely.
"Come along, then. I am sure the man is still in the house. He was hiding in the cupboard by the dining-room. I know it. I am sure he is still in the house."
But, in spite of the fact that Fenn was equally sure, half an hour"s search failed to discover any lurking evil-doer.
"You had better go to bed, Fenn," said Mr Kay, disgustedly, at the end of that period. "He must have got back in some extraordinary manner."
"Yes, sir," agreed Fenn.
He himself had certainly got back in a very extraordinary manner.
However, he _had_ got back, which was the main point.
XVIII
A VAIN QUEST
After all he had gone through that night, it disturbed Fenn very little to find on the following morning that the professional cracksman had gone off with one of the cups in his study. Certainly, it was not as bad as it might have been, for he had only abstracted one out of the half dozen that decorated the room. Fenn was a fine runner, and had won the "sprint" events at the sports for two years now.
The news of the burglary at Kay"s soon spread about the school. Mr Kay mentioned it to Mr Mulholland, and Mr Mulholland discussed it at lunch with the prefects of his house. The juniors of Kay"s were among the last to hear of it, but when they did, they made the most of it, to the disgust of the School House f.a.gs, to whom the episode seemed in the nature of an infringement of copyright. Several spirited by-battles took place that day owing to this, and at the lower end of the table of Kay"s dining-room at tea that evening there could be seen many swollen countenances. All, however, wore pleased smiles. They had proved to the School House their right to have a burglary of their own if they liked. It was the first occasion since Kennedy had become head of the house that Kay"s had united in a common and patriotic cause.
Directly afternoon school was over that day, Fenn started for the town. The only thing that caused him any anxiety now was the fear lest the cap which he had left in the house in the High Street might rise up as evidence against him later on. Except for that, he was safe. The headmaster had evidently not remembered his absence from the festive board, or he would have spoken to him on the subject before now. If he could but recover the lost cap, all would be right with the world.
Give him back that cap, and he would turn over a new leaf with a rapidity and emphasis which would lower the world"s record for that performance. He would be a reformed character. He would even go to the extent of calling a truce with Mr Kay, climbing down to Kennedy, and offering him his services in his attempt to lick the house into shape.
As a matter of fact, he had had this idea before. Jimmy Silver, who was in the position--common at school--of being very friendly with two people who were not on speaking terms, had been at him on the topic.
"It"s rot," James had said, with perfect truth, "to see two chaps like you making idiots of themselves over a house like Kay"s. And it"s all your fault, too," he had added frankly. "You know jolly well you aren"t playing the game. You ought to be backing Kennedy up all the time. Instead of which, you go about trying to look like a Christian martyr--"
"I don"t," said Fenn, indignantly.
"Well, like a stuffed frog, then--it"s all the same to me. It"s perfect rot. If I"m walking with Kennedy, you stalk past as if we"d both got the plague or something. And if I"m with you, Kennedy suddenly remembers an appointment, and dashes off at a gallop in the opposite direction. If I had to award the bronze medal for drivelling lunacy in this place, you would get it by a narrow margin, and Kennedy would be _proxime_, and honourably mentioned. Silly idiots!"
"Don"t stop, Jimmy. Keep it up," said Fenn, settling himself in his chair. The dialogue was taking place in Silver"s study.
"My dear chap, you didn"t think I"d finished, surely! I was only trying to find some description that would suit you. But it"s no good.
I can"t. Look here, take my advice--the advice," he added, in the melodramatic voice he was in the habit of using whenever he wished to conceal the fact that he was speaking seriously, "of an old man who wishes ye both well. Go to Kennedy, fling yourself on his chest, and say, "We have done those things which we ought not to have done--" No.
As you were! Compn"y, "shun! Say "J. Silver says that I am a rotter. I am a worm. I have made an a.s.s of myself. But I will be good. Shake, pard!" That"s what you"ve got to do. Come in."
And in had come Kennedy. The attractions of Kay"s were small, and he usually looked in on Jimmy Silver in the afternoons.
"Oh, sorry," he said, as he saw Fenn. "I thought you were alone, Jimmy."
"I was just going," said Fenn, politely.
"Oh, don"t let me disturb you," protested Kennedy, with winning courtesy.
"Not at all," said Fenn.
"Oh, if you really were--"
"Oh, yes, really."
"Get out, then," growled Jimmy, who had been listening in speechless disgust to the beautifully polite conversation just recorded. "I"ll forward that bronze medal to you, Fenn."
And as the door closed he had turned to rend Kennedy as he had rent Fenn; while Fenn walked back to Kay"s feeling that there was a good deal in what Jimmy had said.
So that when he went down town that afternoon in search of his cap, he pondered as he walked over the advisability of making a fresh start.
It would not be a bad idea. But first he must concentrate his energies on recovering what he had lost.