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      “Not at all, Smith, not at all!; I like the boys in my house to come to me when they wish for my advice or help.”

      “We were wondering, sir, if you would have any objection to Jackson, Jellicoe and myself sharing the dormitory with the three beds in it.; A very warm friendship—­” explained Psmith, patting the gurgling Jellicoe kindly on the shoulder, “has sprung up between Jackson, Jellicoe and myself.”

      “You make friends easily, Smith.; I like to see it—­I like to see it.”

      “And we can have the room, sir?”

      “Certainly—­certainly!; Tell the matron as you go down.”

      “And now,” said Psmith, as they returned to the study, “we may say that we are in a fairly winning position.; A vote of thanks to Comrade Jellicoe for his valuable assistance.”

      “You are a chap!” said Jellicoe.

      The handle began to revolve again.

      “That door,” said Psmith, “is getting a perfect incubus!; It cuts into one’s leisure cruelly.”

      This time it was a small boy.; “They told me to come up and tell you to come down,” he said.

      Psmith looked at him searchingly through his eyeglass.

      “Who?”

      “The senior day-room chaps.”

      “Spiller?”

      “Spiller and Robinson and Stone, and some other chaps.”

      “They want us to speak to them?”

      “They told me to come up and tell you to come down.”

      “Go and give Comrade Spiller our compliments and say that we can’t come down, but shall be delighted to see him up here.; Things,” he said, as the messenger departed, “are beginning to move.; Better leave the door open, I think; it will save trouble.; Ah, come in, Comrade Spiller, what can we do for you?”

      Spiller advanced into the study; the others waited outside, crowding in the doorway.

      “Look here,” said Spiller, “are you going to clear out of here or not?”

      “After Mr. Outwood’s kindly thought in giving us the room?; You suggest a black and ungrateful action, Comrade Spiller.”

      “You’ll get it hot, if you don’t.”

      “We’ll risk it,” said Mike.

      Jellicoe giggled in the background; the drama in the atmosphere appealed to him.; His was a simple and appreciative mind.

      “Come on, you chaps,” cried Spiller suddenly.

      There was an inward rush on the enemy’s part, but Mike had been watching.; He grabbed Spiller by the shoulders and ran him back against the advancing crowd.; For a moment the doorway was blocked, then the weight and impetus of Mike and Spiller prevailed, the enemy gave back, and Mike, stepping into the room again, slammed the door and locked it.

      “A neat piece of work,” said Psmith approvingly, adjusting his tie at the looking-glass.; “The preliminaries may now be considered over, the first shot has been fired.; The dogs of war are now loose.”

      A heavy body crashed against the door.

      “They’ll have it down,” said Jellicoe.

      “We must act, Comrade Jackson!; Might I trouble you just to turn that key quietly, and the handle, and then to stand by for the next attack.”

      There was a scrambling of feet in the passage outside, and then a repetition of the onslaught on the door.; This time, however, the door, instead of resisting, swung open, and the human battering-ram staggered through into the study.; Mike, turning after re-locking the door, was just in time to see Psmith, with a display of energy of which one would not have believed him capable, grip the invader scientifically by an arm and a leg.

      Mike jumped to help, but it was needless; the captive was already on the window-sill.; As Mike arrived, Psmith dropped him on to the flower-bed below.

      Psmith closed the window gently and turned to Jellicoe.; “Who was our guest?” he asked, dusting the knees of his trousers where they had pressed against the wall.

      “Robinson.; I say, you are a chap!”

      “Robinson, was it?; Well, we are always glad to see Comrade Robinson, always.; I wonder if anybody else is thinking of calling?”

      Apparently frontal attack had been abandoned.; Whisperings could be heard in the corridor.

      Somebody hammered on the door.

      “Yes?” called Psmith patiently.

      “You’d better come out, you know; you’ll only get it hotter if you don’t.”

      “Leave us, Spiller; we would be alone.”

      A bell rang in the distance.

      “Tea,” said Jellicoe; “we shall have to go now.”

      “They won’t do anything till after tea, I shouldn’t think,” said Mike.; “There’s no harm in going out.”

      The passage was empty when they opened the door; the call to food was evidently a thing not to be treated lightly by the enemy.

      In the dining-room the beleaguered garrison were the object of general attention.; Everybody turned to look at them as they came in.; It was plain that the study episode had been a topic of conversation.; Spiller’s face was crimson, and Robinson’s coat-sleeve still bore traces of garden mould.

      Mike felt rather conscious of the eyes, but Psmith was in his element.; His demeanour throughout the meal was that of some whimsical monarch condescending for a freak to revel with his humble subjects.

      Towards the end of the meal Psmith scribbled a note and passed it to Mike.; It read:; “Directly this is over, nip upstairs as quickly as you can.”

      Mike followed the advice; they were first out of the room.; When they had been in the study a few moments, Jellicoe knocked at the door.; “Lucky you two cut away so quick,” he said.; “They were going to try and get you into the senior day-room and scrag you there.”

      “This,” said Psmith, leaning against the mantelpiece, “is exciting, but it can’t go on.; We have got for our sins to be in this place for a whole term, and if we are going to do the Hunted Fawn business all the time, life in the true sense of the word will become an impossibility.; My nerves are so delicately attuned that the strain would simply reduce them to hash.; We are not prepared to carry on a long campaign—­the thing must be settled at once.”

      “Shall we go down to the senior day-room, and have it out?” said Mike.

      “No, we will play the fixture on our own ground.; I think we may take it as tolerably certain that Comrade Spiller and СКАЧАТЬ