Billy Bunter of Greyfriars School by Frank Richards

Author:Frank Richards [Richards, Frank]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781901768657
Publisher: Csa Word Ltd
Published: 2001-03-12T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER XXI

THE CONSTABLE FROM COURTFIELD!

“SISTER ANNE! Sister Anne! Do you see anyone coming?”

“Ha, ha, ha!”

It was Bob Cherry who asked that playful question, in the Rag. And there was a general chortle from the fellows in that apartment.

More than an hour had elapsed since Bob had—or rather had not—telephoned. Harry Wharton and Co. had been in the gym, where they had completely forgotten the fat existence of William George Bunter. But now, as they came back to the House in a cheery bunch, and strolled into the Rag, they were reminded of the fat ornament of the Lower Fourth.

Bunter was seated at the window, which gave a view of the quadrangle, and the school gates in the distance. His eyes, and his spectacles, were fastened on those gates— he was watching them like a plump Sister Anne.

Billy Bunter was not at all sure that a “bobby” would come from Courtfield. Neither was he sure that a “bobby” wouldn’t! He was in a most disturbing state of uncertainty and doubt.

As the minutes passed, and no bobby came, he felt a little more assured. But he was in dread every moment of seeing a figure in official blue appear at the gates and stride towards the House. He had other causes of uneasiness—but so long as he remained in the Rag, he was safe from Coker of the Fifth. Even the exasperated Horace was not likely to invade the junior room again. Not anywhere was he safe from the long arm of the law—if a “bobby” really was coming to investigate that daylight raid!

He blinked round at the Famous Five, as Bob called to him. It was a dismal and dispirited blink.

“I say, you fellows, I know it’s only a rotten joke,” mumbled Bunter. “You may as well own up, Cherry! I can take a jog-jog-joke! He, he, he!”

“What’s Bunter worrying about?” asked Bob. “Don’t you want that daylight raider run in, Bunter?”

“Beast!”

“You won’t be safe from Coker unless they get the right man, you know.”

“Rotter!” hissed Bunter.

“Blessed if I don’t begin to think it must have been Bunter, after all, the way he’s going on,” said Bob. “He seems worried about something. I don’t see why he should worry about a bobby getting after a daylight raider.”

“Ha, ha, ha!”

“Well, if it was Bunter, his number’s up!” remarked Johnny Bull. “The bobby’s sure to get the right man. They always do.”

“Poor old Bunter!” said Nugent. “He wants a good report this term, too. It will spoil his report if Quelchy puts in that he was run in for pinching.”

“Oh, crikey!” gasped Bunter. “I—I say, it wasn’t me. you know. I—I was in the tuck-shop at the time, you fellows. I was speaking to Mrs. Mimble over the counter at the very minute I went to Coker’s study—I—I mean— when I never went to Coker’s study. I—I say, you’ll tell Quelch that you were there with me, won’t you, Toddy?”

“But I wasn’t,” said Peter.

“I think you might stand by a pal, Toddy!” said Bunter, reproachfully.

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