Psmith Series. P. G. Wodehouse
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Stone, sit down—Wilson, get back to your place.”
“Please, sir, the motion is carried by twenty-five votes to six.”
“Please, sir, may I go and get measured this evening?”
“Please, sir——”
“Si-lence!; The idea of a uniform is, of course, out of the question.”
“Oo-oo-oo-oo, sir-r-r!”
“Be quiet! Entirely out of the question.; We cannot plunge into needless expense.; Stone, listen to me.; I cannot have this noise and disturbance!; Another time when a point arises it must be settled by a show of hands.; Well, Wilson?”
“Please, sir, may we have helmets?”
“Very useful as a protection against falling timbers, sir,” said Robinson.
“I don’t think my people would be pleased, sir, if they knew I was going out to fires without a helmet,” said Stone.
The whole strength of the company:; “Please, sir, may we have helmets?”
“Those in favour—” began Stone.
Mr. Downing banged on his desk.; “Silence!; Silence!!; Silence!!!; Helmets are, of course, perfectly preposterous.”
“Oo-oo-oo-oo, sir-r-r!”
“But, sir, the danger!”
“Please, sir, the falling timbers!”
The Fire Brigade had been in action once and once only in the memory of man, and that time it was a haystack which had burnt itself out just as the rescuers had succeeded in fastening the hose to the hydrant.
“Silence!”
“Then, please, sir, couldn’t we have an honour cap?; It wouldn’t be expensive, and it would be just as good as a helmet for all the timbers that are likely to fall on our heads.”
Mr. Downing smiled a wry smile.
“Our Wilson is facetious,” he remarked frostily.
“Sir, no, sir!; I wasn’t facetious!; Or couldn’t we have footer-tops, like the first fifteen have?; They——”
“Wilson, leave the room!”
“Sir, please, sir!”
“This moment, Wilson.; And,” as he reached the door, “do me one hundred lines.”
A pained “OO-oo-oo, sir-r-r,” was cut off by the closing door.
Mr. Downing proceeded to improve the occasion.; “I deplore this growing spirit of flippancy,” he said.; “I tell you I deplore it!; It is not right!; If this Fire Brigade is to be of solid use, there must be less of this flippancy.; We must have keenness.; I want you boys above all to be keen.; I—What is that noise?”
From the other side of the door proceeded a sound like water gurgling from a bottle, mingled with cries half-suppressed, as if somebody were being prevented from uttering them by a hand laid over his mouth.; The sufferer appeared to have a high voice.
There was a tap at the door and Mike walked in.; He was not alone.; Those near enough to see, saw that he was accompanied by Jellicoe’s clock-work rat, which moved rapidly over the floor in the direction of the opposite wall.
“May I fetch a book from my desk, sir?” asked Mike.
“Very well—be quick, Jackson; we are busy.”
Being interrupted in one of his addresses to the Brigade irritated Mr. Downing.
The muffled cries grew more distinct.
“What—is—that—noise?” shrilled Mr. Downing.
“Noise, sir?” asked Mike, puzzled.
“I think it’s something outside the window, sir,” said Stone helpfully.
“A bird, I think, sir,” said Robinson.
“Don’t be absurd!” snapped Mr. Downing.; “It’s outside the door.; Wilson!”
“Yes, sir?” said a voice “off.”
“Are you making that whining noise?”
“Whining noise, sir?; No, sir, I’m not making a whining noise.”
“What sort of noise, sir?” inquired Mike, as many Wrykynians had asked before him.; It was a question invented by Wrykyn for use in just such a case as this.
“I do not propose,” said Mr. Downing acidly, “to imitate the noise; you can all hear it perfectly plainly.; It is a curious whining noise.”
“They are mowing the cricket field, sir,” said the invisible Wilson.; “Perhaps that’s it.”
“It may be one of the desks squeaking, sir,” put in Stone.; “They do sometimes.”
“Or somebody’s boots, sir,” added Robinson.
“Silence!; Wilson?”
“Yes, sir?” bellowed the unseen one.
“Don’t shout at me from the corridor like that.; Come in.”
“Yes, sir!”
As he spoke the muffled whining changed suddenly to a series of tenor shrieks, and the india-rubber form of Sammy bounded into the room like an excited kangaroo.
Willing hands had by this time deflected the clockwork rat from the wall to which it had been steering, and pointed it up the alley-way between the two rows of desks.; Mr. Downing, rising from his place, was just in time to see Sammy with a last leap spring on his prey and begin worrying it.
Chaos reigned.
“A rat!” shouted Robinson.
The twenty-three members of the Brigade who were not earnest instantly dealt with the situation, each in the manner that seemed proper to him.; Some leaped on to forms, others flung books, all shouted.; It was a stirring, bustling scene.
Sammy had by this time disposed of the clock-work rat, and was now standing, like Marius, among the ruins barking triumphantly.
The banging on Mr. Downing’s desk resembled thunder.; It rose above all the other noises till in time they gave up the competition and died away.
Mr. Downing shot out orders, threats, and penalties with the rapidity of a Maxim gun.
“Stone, sit down!; Donovan, if you do not sit down, you will be severely punished.; Henderson, one hundred lines for gross disorder!; Windham, the same!; Go to your seat, Vincent.; What are you doing, Broughton-Knight?; I will not have this disgraceful noise and disorder!; The meeting is at an end; go quietly from the room, all of you.; Jackson and Wilson, remain. Quietly, I said, Durand!; Don’t shuffle your feet in that abominable way.”
Crash!
“Wolferstan, I distinctly saw you upset that black-board with a movement of your hand—one hundred lines.; Go quietly from the room, everybody.”
The meeting dispersed.
“Jackson and Wilson, come here.; What’s the meaning of this disgraceful conduct?; Put that dog out of the room, Jackson.”
Mike removed the yelling Sammy and shut the door on him.
“Well, Wilson?”
“Please, sir, I was playing with a clock-work rat——”
“What business have you to be playing with clock-work rats?”
“Then I remembered,” said Mike, “that I had left my Horace in my desk, so I came in——”
“And by a fluke, sir,” said Wilson, as one who tells of strange things, “the rat happened to be pointing in the same