Upside down and backwards, isn't it? Let's see if I can read it.'
'Get out!' said Beetle. 'Go and read those formes in the rack there, if you think you know so much.'
'Formes in a rack! What's that? Don't be so beastly professional.'
M'Turk drew off with Stalky to prowl about the office. They left little unturned.
'Come here a shake, Beetle. What's this thing?' said Stalky, in a few minutes. ''Looks familiar.'
Said Beetle, after a glance: 'It's King's Latin prose exam, paper. In—In Verrem: actio prima. What a lark!'
'Think o' the pure-souled, high-minded boys who'd give their eyes for a squint at it!' said M'Turk.
'No, Willie dear,' said Stalky; 'that would be wrong and painful to our kind teachers. You wouldn't crib, Willie, would you?'
'Can't read the beastly stuff, anyhow,' was the reply. 'Besides, we're leavin' at the end o' the term, so it makes no difference to us.'
''Member what the Considerate Bloomer did to Spraggon's account of the Puffin'ton Hounds? We must sugar Mr. King's milk for him,' said Stalky, all lighted from within by a devilish joy. 'Let's see what Beetle can do with those forceps he's so proud of.'
''Don't see how you can make Latin prose much more cock-eye than it is, but we'll try,' said Beetle, transposing an aliud and Asiæ from two
