[The School is hushed. Lawrence the Prefect, and Custos of the rods, is marching after the Doctor into the operating-room. Master Backhouse
Master Backhouse. It's all very well, but you see if I don't pay you out after school—you sneak1, you.
Master Lurcher. If you do I '1l tell again.
[Exit Backhouse.
[The rod is heard from the adjoining apartment. Hwish—Hhwish—hwish—hwish—hwish—hwish—hwish.]
[Re-enter Backhouse.
