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Farrar, Frederic William, 1831-1903

"Eric"


"The whole of the cricket money, some six pounds at least, has vanished
from the box in my study!"
For an instant the whole room was silent; Wildney and Graham
interchanged anxious glances.
"Does any fellow know anything about this?"
All, or most, had a vague suspicion, but no one spoke.
"Where is Williams?" asked one of the sixth form casually.
"He's taking tea with the Doctor," said Wildney.
Mr. Rose came in, and there was no opportunity for more to be said,
except in confidential whispers.
Duncan went up with Owen and Montagu to their study. "What's to be
done?" was the general question.
"I think we've all had a lesson once before not to suspect too hastily.
Still, in a matter like this," said Montagu, "one _must_ take notice of
apparent cues."
"I know what you're thinking of, Monty," said Duncan.
"Well, then, did you hear anything when you and I surprised Eric
suddenly two days ago?"
"I heard some one moving about in your study, as I thought."
"I heard more--though at the time it didn't strike me particularly.


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