Between them they did some grisly work with a penknife; between them (ask not who buttoned her to his bosom) they took up the corpse and hastened back, Stalky arranging their plan of action at the full trot.
The afternoon sun, lying in broad patches on the bed-rugs, saw three boys and an umbrella disappear into a dormitory wall. In five minutes they returned, brushed themselves all over, washed their hands, combed their hair, and descended.
'Are you sure you shoved her far enough under?' said M'Turk suddenly.
'Hang it, man, I shoved her the full length of my arm and Beetle's brolly. That must be about six feet. She's bung in the middle of King's big upper ten-bedder. Eligible central situation, I call it. She'll stink out his chaps, and Hartopp's and Macrea's, when she really begins to fume. I swear your Uncle Stalky is a great man. Do you realise what a great man he is, Beetle?'
'Well, I had the notion first, hadn't I, only'
'You couldn't do it without your Uncle Stalky, could you?'
'They've been calling us stinkers for a week now,' said M'cTurk. 'Oh, won't they catch it!'
'Stinker! Yah! Stink-ah!' rang down the corridor.
'And she's there,' said Stalky, a hand on either boy's shoulder. 'She is there, gettin' ready to surprise 'em. Presently she'll begin to whisper to 'em in their dreams. Then she'll whiff. Golly, how she'll whiff! Oblige me by thinkin' of it for two minutes.'
