“We shall see what happens when Merve is brought to trial,” Gascoigne replied. “Well, I am sure we all owe a deep debt of gratitude to Dame Beatrice for clearing up the matter for us. I think that, but for her intervention, we might even have had to close the College.”
“That would have been a great pity,” said Henry. “I feel we are doing useful work here, on however small a scale.”
“Well,” said Dame Beatrice, “I will take my leave of you all. Is it true that Hamish will be given leave of absence in September?”
“I don’t want it,” said Hamish. “There is a shortage of staff with Jones gone, so, if Mr. Medlar will have me until I leave in October… ”
“My dear fellow! Delighted! Delighted!” cried Gascoigne. “But, by the way, James, as I think I have mentioned before, er—not ‘Mr. Medlar’ but ‘Gassie’.”
“Thank you very much, sir,” said Hamish.
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