EBook of A Prefect's Uncle, by P. G. Wodehouse

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Published: 2011-09-05T15:02:42+00:00

IN WHICH A CASE IS FULLY DISCUSSED

Gethryn was right in thinking that the interviews would be unpleasant. They increased in unpleasantness in arithmetical progression, until they culminated finally in a terrific encounter with the justly outraged Norris.

Reece was the first person to institute inquiries, and if everybody had resembled him, matters would not have been so bad for Gethryn. Reece possessed a perfect genius for minding his own business. The dialogue when they met was brief.

‘Hullo,’ said Reece.

‘Hullo,’ said the Bishop.

‘Where did you get to yesterday?’ said Reece.

‘Oh, I had to go somewhere,’ said the Bishop vaguely.

‘Oh? Pity. Wasn’t a bad match.’ And that was all the comment Reece made on the situation.

Gethryn went over to the chapel that morning with an empty sinking feeling inside him. He was quite determined to offer no single word of explanation, and he felt that that made the prospect all the worse. There was a vast uncertainty in his mind as to what was going to happen. Nobody could actually do anything to him, of course. It would have been a decided relief to him if anybody had tried that line of action, for moments occur when the only thing that can adequately soothe the wounded spirit, is to hit straight from the shoulder at someone. The punching-ball is often found useful under these circumstances. As he was passing Jephson’s House he nearly ran into somebody who was coming out.

‘Be firm, my moral pecker,’ thought Gethryn, and braced himself up for conflict.

‘Well, Gethryn?’ said Mr Jephson.

The question ‘Well?’ especially when addressed by a master to a boy, is one of the few questions to which there is literally no answer. You can look sheepish, you can look defiant, or you can look surprised according to the state of your conscience. But anything in the way of verbal response is impossible.

Gethryn attempted no verbal response.

‘Well, Gethryn,’ went on Mr Jephson, ’was it pleasant up the river yesterday?’

Mr Jephson always preferred the rapier of sarcasm to the bludgeon of abuse.

‘Yes, sir,’ said Gethryn, ‘very pleasant.’ He did not mean to be massacred without a struggle.

‘What!’ cried Mr Jephson. ’You actually mean to say that you did go up the river?’

‘No, sir.’

‘Then what do you mean?’

‘It is always pleasant up the river on a fine day,’ said Gethryn.

His opponent, to use a metaphor suitable to a cricket master, changed his action. He abandoned sarcasm and condescended to direct inquiry.

‘Where were you yesterday afternoon?’ he said.

The Bishop, like Mr Hurry Bungsho Jabberjee, B.A., became at once the silent tomb.

‘Did you hear what I said, Gethryn?’ (icily). ’Where were you yesterday afternoon?’

‘I can’t say, sir.’

These words may convey two meanings. They may imply ignorance, in which case the speaker should be led gently off to the nearest asylum. Or they may imply obstinacy. Mr Jephson decided that in the present case obstinacy lay at the root of the matter. He became icier than ever.

‘Very well, Gethryn,’ he said, ‘I shall report this to the Headmaster.’

And Gethryn, feeling that the conference was at an end, proceeded on his way.

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