down his chimney. But, look here—question is, are our characters good enough just now to stand a study row?'
'Never mind mine,' said Beetle. 'King swears I haven't any.'
'I'm not thinking of you,' Stalky returned scornfully. 'You aren't going up for the Army, you old bat. I don't want to be expelled and the Head's getting rather shy of us, too.'
'Rot!' said M'Turk. 'The Head never expels except for beastliness or stealing. But I forgot; you and Stalky are thieves—regular burglars.'
The visitors gasped, but Stalky interpreted the parable with large grins.
'Well, you know, that little beast Manders minor saw Beetle and me hammerin' M'Turk's trunk open in the dormitory when we took his watch last month. Of course Manders sneaked to Mason, and Mason solemnly took it up as a case of theft, to get even with us about the rats.'
'That just put Mason into our giddy hands,' said M'Turk blandly. 'We were nice to him, 'cause he was a new master and wanted to win the confidence of the boys. 'Pity he draws inferences, though. Stalky went to his study and pretended to blub, and told Mason he'd lead a new life if Mason would let him off this time, but Mason wouldn't. 'Said it was his duty to report him to the Head.'
'Vindictive swine!' said Beetle. 'It was all those rats! Then I blubbed, too, and Stalky confessed that he'd been a thief in regular practice
