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snapped Bunter. “Look here, Toddy don’t you get
making out that I’ve been anywhere near the form-room window. If Quelch heard,
he might think that it was me.”
“That what was you?” asked Harry Wharton.
“Oh! Nothing!”
“You’ve been playing some potty trick in the form-room?” asked Bob Cherry.
“No!” hooted Bunter. “I haven’t been in the form-room. So far as I know, the
window wasn’t left open, and if it was, I never climbed in.”
“You jolly well couldn’t,” said Skinner. “Too much to lift.”
“Of course I couldn’t, without a bunk up,” agreed Bunter. “And Dabney of the
Fourth never gave me a bunk up, either.”
“Ha, ha, ha!”
“What has that frumptious fathead been up to?” asked Frank Nugent. “Didn’t
Quelch give you enough in his study yesterday? Asking for more?”
“I haven’t been up to anything. If Quelch gives a fellow six, Quelch must
expect to hear what a fellow thinks of him,” said Bunter. “I couldn’t sit down
to prep last evening. But I haven’t done anything, of course. If Quelch gets a
surprise when he goes into the form-room, I don’t know anything about it. How
could I, when I haven’t been in the form-room in break?”
“It was something with chalk in it,” said Vernon-Smith with a chuckle.
Bunter jumped.
“Chalk! How do you know, you beast? I haven’t touched any chalk. Don’t you get
saying I’ve had any chalk—!
“Don’t you want Quelch to know you’ve been handling chalk?” chuckled the
Bounder.
“No fear! He might think I’d chalked on the blackboard! You know what a
suspicious beast he is—.”
“Then you’d better wipe the clues off your waistcoat, old fat bean.”
“Ha, ha, ha!” yelled the juniors, as Billy Bunter cast a startled blink
downward at his extensive and well-filled waistcoat. On that garment were
several smudges of chalk—which leaped to all eyes excepting Bunter’s.
“Oh!” gasped Bunter. “I—I hadn’t noticed that! I say, lend me your
handkerchief, Wharton—I’d better rub that off.”
“Eh! Can’t you use your own hanky?” asked Harry.
“Well, I don’t want to make my hanky all chalky. Lend me yours, quick, old
chap. Quelch may be coming any minute. Look here, will you lend me your hanky
or not, Wharton?”
“Not!” answered the captain of the Remove, laughing.
“Beast! Lend me your hanky, Toddy.” 
“I’ll watch it!” said Peter Todd.
“Beast!”
Billy Bunter extracted his own handkerchief from his pocket, and hurriedly
wiped away the traces of chalk. The chalky handkerchief was jammed back into
his pocket. He cast an anxious blink along the corridor: but Quelch was not yet
in sight, and the fat Owl breathed more freely. The tell-tale clues were gone.
“So you’ve been chalking something on the blackboard in the form-room, you fat
ass?” asked Hazeldene.
“Nothing of the kind, Hazel. Somebody may have,” said Bunter. “After all, lots
of fellows think Quelch a beast, don’t they? Somebody may have chalked it on
the blackboard, for all I know. He, he, he! It wasn’t me. Of course, I trust you
fellows—I know you wouldn’t give a  man away. But you can’t be too careful,
with Quelch. So I never did it, see?”
“Ha, ha, ha!” 
 “You utter ass,” said Harry Wharton. “If you’ve chalked anything of that kind
on the blackboard, Quelch will go off at the deep end.”
“He, he, he! Let him! He won’t know who did it!” chuckled Bunter. “I never
signed my name to it, you know! He, he! Besides, I never did it! I say, you
fellows, fancy Quelch’s face when he sees it on the blackboard. He will know
what the Remove thinks of him, what?” Bunter chuckled again. “I say, he will be
wild! He will guess it was a Remove man—but he won’t know which man it was. I
can tell you fellows, I’m fed up with Quelch! What do you think he said to me
in his study yesterday? He said I was untruthful!”
“Did he?” gasped Bob Cherry. “Now what could have put that idea into