without buying a hold over your companions.' He felt in his pockets, and (oh, joy!) produced a florin and fourpence. 'Bring me what you call Corkran's note-of-hand, and be thankful that I do not carry the matter any further. The money is stopped from your pocket-money, Corkran. The receipt to my study, at once.'
Little they cared! Two and fourpence in a lump is worth six weekly sixpences any hungry day of the week.
'But what the dooce is a note-of-hand?' said Beetle. 'I only read about it in a book.'
'Now you've jolly well got to make one,' said Stalky.
'Yes—but our ink don't turn black till next day. 'S'pose he'll spot that?'
'Not him. He's too worried,' said M'Turk. 'Sign your name on a bit of impot-paper, Stalky, and write, "I O U two and fourpence." Aren't you grateful to me for getting that out of Prout? Stalky 'd never have paid. . . . Why, you ass!'
Mechanically Beetle had handed over the money to Stalky as treasurer of the study. The custom of years is not lightly broken.
In return for the document, Prout explained to Beetle the enormity of money-lending, which, like everything except compulsory cricket, corrupted houses and destroyed good feeling among boys, made youth cold and calculating, and opened the door to all evil. Finally, did Beetle know of any other cases? If so, it was his duty as proof of repentance to let his house-master know. No names need be mentioned.
