'Bribe him? No, that I'll swear we didn't,' said Stalky, with a relieved heart, for he loved not to tell lies. 'What a low mind you've got, Pussy! We've been down having a bath. Did Rabbits-Eggs rock King? Strong, perseverin' man King? Shockin'!'
'Awf'ly. King's frothing at the mouth. There's bell for prayers. Come on.'
'Wait a sec,' said Stalky, continuing the conversation in a loud and cheerful voice, as they descended the stairs, 'What did Rabbits-Eggs rock King for?'
'I know,' said Beetle, as they passed King's open door. 'I was in his study.'
'Hush, you ass!' hissed the Emperor of China.
'Oh, he's gone down to prayers,' said Beetle, watching the shadow of the house-master on the wall 'Rabbits-Eggs was only a bit drunk, swearin' at his horse, and King jawed him through the window, and then, of course, he rocked King.'
'Do you mean to say,' said Stalky, 'that King began it?'
King was behind them, and every well-weighed word went up the staircase like an arrow. 'I can only swear,' said Beetle, 'that King cursed like a bargee. Simply disgustin'. I'm goin' to write to my father about it.'
'Better report it to Mason,' suggested Stalky. 'He knows our tender consciences. Hold on a shake. I've got to tie my bootlace.'
The other study hurried forward. They did not wish to be dragged into stage asides of this
