What can have
become of it?"
"Where's the box?" said Duncan; "let's see if any of my keys will fit
it. Hallo! why _you're_ a nice treasurer, Monty! here's the key _in_
the box!"
"No, is it though?" asked Montagu, looking serious. "Here, give it me; I
hope nobody's been meddling with it."
He opened it quickly, and stood in dumb and blank amazement to see it
empty.
"Phew-w-w-w!" Montagu gave a long whistle.
"By Jove!" was Duncan's only comment.
The boys looked at each other, but neither dared to express what was in
his thoughts.
"A bad, bad business! what's to be done, Monty?"
"I'll rush straight down to tea, and ask the fellows about it. Would you
mind requesting Rose not to come in for five minutes? Tell him there's
a row."
He ran down stairs hastily and entered the tea-room, where the boys were
talking in high spirits about the match, and liberally praising
Eric's play.
"I've got something unpleasant to say," he announced, raising his voice.
"Hush! hush! hush! what's the row?" asked half a dozen at once.
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