'I like your saying we started it. Who called us cribbers? Can't your infant mind connect cause and effect yet? Some day you'll find out that it don't pay to jest with Number Five.'
'Where's that shillin' you owe me?' said Beetle suddenly.
Stalky could not see Prout behind him, but returned the lead without a quaver.
'I only owed you ninepence, you old usurer.'
'You've forgotten the interest,' said McTurk. 'A halfpenny a week per bob is Beetle's charge. You must be beastly rich, Beetle.'
'Well, Beetle lent me sixpence,' Stalky came to a full stop and made as to work it out on his fingers. 'Sixpence on the nineteenth, didn't he?'
'Yes; but you've forgotten you paid no interest on the other bob—the one I lent you before.'
'But you took my watch as security.' The game was developing itself almost automatically.
'Never mind. Pay me my interest, or I'll charge you interest on interest. Remember I've got your note-of-hand!' shouted Beetle.
'You're a cold-blooded Jew,' Stalky groaned.
'Hush!' said McTurk very loudly indeed; then started as Prout came upon them.
'I didn't see you in that disgraceful affair in the form-room just now,' said he.
'What, sir? We're just come up from Mr. King's,' said Stalky. 'Please, sir, what am I to do about prep.? They've broken the desk you told me to sit at, and the form's just swimming with ink.'
