This is—dear me! I shall certainly—They threw you in!—Yes, I shall—certainly"
Encouraged by this appreciative reception of his story, Mr. Butt started it again, right from the beginning.
"I was on my beat, sir, and I thought I heard a disturbance. I says to myself, ' 'Allo,' I says, 'a frakkus. Lots of them all gathered together, and fighting.' I says, beginning to suspect something, 'Wot's this all about, I wonder?' I says. 'Blow me if I don't think it's a frakkus.' And," concluded Mr. Butt, with the air of one confiding a secret, "and it was a frakkus!"
"And these boys actually threw you into the pond?"
"Plop, sir! Mrs. Butt is drying my uniform at home at this very moment as we sit talking here, sir. She says to me, 'Why, whatever 'ave you been a-doing? You're all wet.' And," he added, again with the confidential air, " I was wet, too. Wringin' wet."
The headmaster's frown deepened.
"And you are certain that your assailants were boys from the school?"
"Sure as I am that I'm sitting here, sir. They all 'ad their caps on their heads, sir."
"I have never heard of such a thing. I can hardly believe that it is possible. They actually seized you, and threw you into the water"
"Splish, sir!" said the policeman, with a vividness of imagery both surprising and gratifying.
The headmaster tapped restlessly on the floor with his foot.
"How many boys were there?" he asked.
"Couple of 'undred, sir," said Mr, Butt promptly.
"Two hundred!"
"It was dark, sir, and I couldn't see not to say properly; but if you ask me my frank and private opinion I should say couple of 'undred."
"H'm—Well, I will look into the matter at once. They shall be punished."
"Yes, sir."
"Ye-e-s—H'm—Yes—Most severely."
