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read, old chap,' he said to the back of Peregrine's

head.
    'Thank you very much, sir,' said Peregrine.
    'And jolly good show on your part not letting the side down,' continued Mr Glodstone. 'So when

you've finished that, tell Matron and I'll bring you another.'
    The literary infection of Peregrine had begun.

Chapter 4
    It continued. By the time he was allowed out of the Sanatorium, Peregrine had finished all the

Adventures of Richard Hannay and was well into Bulldog Drummond's. He went home for the holidays

with several volumes from Glodstone's library, a letter from the Headmaster explaining that he

intended to abolish corporal punishment and apologizing for Peregrine having to be beaten at all,

an excellent report on his term's work and a positively glowing testimony from Mr Glodstone. Mr

Clyde-Browne read the Headmaster's letter with mixed feelings and didn't show it to his wife. In

his opinion there was a great deal to be said for beating Peregrine, and in any case, it seemed

to suggest that the brute had at last taken it into his head not to do what he was told. Mr Clyde

Browne took that as a good sign. His views of the excellent report and Glodstone's testimony were

different.
    'He seems to be doing extremely well at his work,' said Mrs Clyde-Browne, 'He's got an Alpha

for every subject.'
    'One hesitates to think what the Betas must be like,' said Mr Clyde-Browne, who was surprised

to learn that any of the masters at Groxbourne knew enough Greek to use Alpha.
    'And Mr Glodstone writes that he has shown remarkable character and is a credit to the

House.'
    'Yes,' said Mr Clyde-Browne, 'He also says Peregrine is a born leader and that's a downright

lie if ever I heard one.'
    'You just don't have any faith in your own son.'
    Mr Clyde-Browne shook his head. 'I have every faith in him except when it comes to leading.

Now if that damn fool housemaster thinks...oh, never mind.'
    'But I do mind. I mind very much, and I'm thankful that Peregrine has at last found someone

who appreciates his true gifts.'
    'If that's all he does appreciate,' said Mr Clyde-Browne with rather nasty emphasis.
    'And what exactly does that mean?'
    'Nothing. Nothing at all.'
    'It does, or you wouldn't have said it.'
    'I just find the letter peculiar. And I seem to remember that you found Mr Glodstone peculiar

yourself.'
    Mrs Clyde-Browne bridled. 'If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, you've got a

filthier mind than even I would have supposed.'
    'Well, it's been known to happen,' said Mr Clyde-Browne, among whose guiltier clients there

had been several seedy schoolmasters.
    'Not to Peregrine,' said Mrs Clyde-Browne adamantly, and for once her husband had to agree.

When next day, on the pretence of having to mow the lawn in December, he questioned Peregrine on

the subject, it was clear that he took a robust attitude towards sex.
    'Onanism? What's that?' he shouted above the roar of the lawn-mower.
    Mr Clyde-Browne adjusted the throttle. 'Masturbation,' he whispered hoarsely, having decided

that auto-eroticism would meet with the same blank look.
    'Master who?' said Peregrine.
    Mr Clyde-Browne dredged his mind for a word his son would understand and decided not to try

'self-abuse'. 'Wanking,' he said finally with a convulsive spasm. 'How much wanking goes on at

school?'
    'Oh, wanking,' Peregrine shouted as the lawn mower destroyed Mr Clyde-Browne's cover by

stopping, 'well, Harrison's are a lot of wankers and Slymne's go in for brown-hatting, but in

Gloddie's we '
    'Shut up,' yelled Mr Clyde-Browne, conscious that half the neighbours in Pinetree Lane were

about to be privy to what went on in Gloddie's, 'I don't want to know.'
    'I can't see why you asked then,' bawled Peregrine, still evidently under the impression that

the lawnmower was purely incidental to the discussion. 'You asked if there was a lot of wanking

and I was telling you.'
    Mr Clyde-Browne dragged lividly at the mower's