was in bed, but the extraordinary way
in which the bed-clothes were huddled about told an unmistakable tale.

He glanced quickly round, but the moment he had passed into Number 8 he
heard a run, and, turning, just caught sight of Upton's figure vanishing
into the darkness of the lavatory, towards the study stairs.

He said not a word, but stalked hastily through all the dormitories,
again stopping at Number 7 on his return. He heard nothing but the deep
snores of Duncan, and instantly fixed on him as a chief culprit.

"Duncan!"

No reply; but calm stertorous music from Duncan's bed.

"Duncan!" he said, still louder and more sternly; "you sleep soundly,
sir, too soundly; get up directly," and he laid his hand on the boy's
arm.

"Get away, you old donkey," said Duncan sleepily, "'taint time to get up
yet. First bell hasn't rung."

"Come, sir, this shamming will only increase your punishment," but the
imperturbable Duncan stretched himself lazily, gave a great yawn, and
then awoke with such an admirably-feigned start at seeing Dr Rowlands,
that Eric, who had been peeping at the scene from over his bed-clothes,
burst into an irresistible explosion of laughter.

Dr Rowlands swung round on his heel--

"What! Williams! get out of bed, sir, this instant."

Eric, forgetful of his disguise, sheepishly obeyed, but when he stood on
the floor, he looked so odd in his crimson girdle and corked cheeks,
with Dr Rowlands surveying him in intense astonishment, that the scene
became overpoweringly ludicrous to Duncan, who now in his turn was
convulsed with a storm of laughter, faintly echoed in stifled titterings
from other beds.

"_Very_ good," said Dr Rowlands, now thoroughly angry; "you will hear
of this to-morrow," and he walked away with a heavy step, stopping at
the lavatory door to restore the tin-basin to its proper place, and then
mounting to the studies.

Standing in the passage into which the studies opened, he knocked at one
of the doors, and told a boy to summon all their occupants at once to
the library.

Meanwhile the dormitory boys were aghast, and as soon as they heard the
Doctor's retreating footsteps, began flocking in the dark to Number 7,
not daring to relight their candles.

"Good gracious!" said Attlay, "only to think of Rowley appearing! How
could he have twigged?"

"He must have seen our lights in the window as he came home," said Eric.

"I say, what a row that tin-basin dodge of yours made