‘Well,’ said Tony, ‘of all the absolutely idiotic things to do! Fancy putting—there must have been at least fifty pounds’ worth of silver and things. Fancy going and leaving all that overnight in the Pav!’
‘Rotten!’ agreed Welch. ‘Wonder whose idea it was.’
‘Look here, Robinson,’ said Tony, ‘you’d better buck up and change, or you’ll be late for brekker. Come on, Welch, we’ll go and inspect the scene of battle.’
Robinson trotted off, and Welch and Tony made their way to the Pavilion. There, sure enough, was the window, or rather the absence of window. A pane had been neatly removed, evidently in the orthodox way by means of a diamond.
‘May as well climb up and see if there’s anything to be seen,’ said Welch.
‘All right,’ said Tony, ‘give us a leg up. Right-ho. By Jove, I’m stiff.’
‘See anything?’
‘No. There’s a cloth sort of thing covering what I suppose are the prizes. I see how the chap, whoever he was, got in. You’ve only got to break the window, draw a couple of bolts, and there you are. Shall I go in and investigate?’
‘Better not. It’s rather the thing, I fancy, in these sorts of cases, to leave everything just as it is.’
‘Rum business,’ said Tony, as he rejoined Welch on terra firma. ‘Wonder if they’ll catch the chap. We’d better be getting back to the House now. It struck the quarter years ago.’
When Tony, some twenty minutes later, shook off the admiring crowd who wanted a full description of yesterday’s proceedings, and reached his study, he found there James Thomson, brother to Allen Thomson, as the playbills say. Jim was looking worried. Tony had noticed it during breakfast, and had wondered at the cause. He was soon enlightened.
‘Hullo, Jim,’ said he. ‘What’s up with you this morning? Feeling chippy?’
‘No. No, I’m all right. I’m in a beastly hole though. I wanted to talk to you about it.’
‘Weigh in, then. We’ve got plenty of time before school.’
‘It’s about this Aldershot business. How on earth did you manage to lick Allen like that? I thought he was a cert.’
‘Yes, so did I. The ‘ole thing there, as Dawkins ‘ud say, was, I knocked him out. It’s the sort of thing that’s always happening. I wasn’t in it at all except during the second round, when I gave him beans rather in one of the corners. My aunt, it was warm while it lasted. First round, I didn’t hit him once. He was better than I thought he’d be, and I knew from experience he was pretty good.’
‘Yes, you look a bit bashed.’
‘Yes. Feel it too. But what’s the row with you?’
‘Just this. I had a couple of quid on Allen, and the rotter goes and gets licked.’
‘Good Lord. Whom did you bet with?’
‘With Allen himself.’
‘Mean to say Allen was crock enough to bet against himself? He must have known he was miles better than anyone else in. He’s got three medals there already.’
‘No, you see his bet with me was only a hedge. He’d got five to four or something in quids on with a chap in his House at Rugby on himself. He wanted a hedge because he wasn’t sure about his ankle being all right. You know he hurt it. So I gave him four to one in half-sovereigns. I thought he was a cert, with apologies to you.’
‘Don’t mention it. So he was a cert. It was only the merest fluke I managed to out him when I did. If he’d hung on to the end, he’d have won easy. He’d been scoring points all through.’
‘I know. So
‘I can’t see what you want to bet at all for. You’re bound to come a mucker sooner or later. Can’t you raise the two quid?’
‘I’m broke except for half a crown.’
‘I’d lend it to you like a shot if I had it, of course. But you don’t find me with two quid to my name at the end of term. Won’t Allen wait?’
‘He would if it was only him. But this other chap wants his oof badly for something and he’s leaving and going abroad or something at the end of term. Anyhow, I know he’s keen on getting it. Allen told me.’
Tony pondered for a moment. ‘Look here,’ he said at last, ‘can’t you ask your pater? He usually heaves his money about pretty readily, doesn’t he?’
‘Well, you see, he wouldn’t send me two quid off the reel without wanting to know all about it, and why I couldn’t get on to the holidays with five bob, and I’d either have to fake up a lot of lies, which I’m not going to do —’
‘Of course not.’
‘Or else I must tell him I’ve been betting.’
‘Well, he bets himself, doesn’t he?’
‘That’s just where the whole business slips up,’ replied Jim, prodding the table with a pen in a misanthropic manner. ‘Betting’s the one thing he’s absolutely down on. He got done rather badly once a few years ago. Believe he betted on Orme that year he got poisoned. Anyhow he’s always sworn to lynch us if we made fools of ourselves that way. So if I asked him, I’d not only get beans myself, besides not getting any money out of him, but Allen would get scalped too, which he wouldn’t see at all.’
