When the boys went along the corridor
Darbishire said, "What are we going to do? We can't take this parcel to
Old Wilkie's room, can we?"
"We must hide it somewhere."
They went to Mr Wilkins' door.
"What shall we do? He'll be here in a minute," said Darbishire. Jennings decided to do something.
"Open his door, quick," he said to Darbishire.
"You are not going to hide it in Old Wilkie's room - are you?"
"There is no other place, is there?"
Darbishire opened the door and the boys went
into Mr Wilkins' room. It was a small room. There was a table, three
chairs, an arm-chair, a cupboard and a bookcase in it. The boys looked
around and understood that there was no place to hide the parcel.
From the corridor they heard Mr Wilkins' footsteps.
"Go out and talk to him," said Jennings.
"I don't know. Something interesting. The weather, for example."
"Please, Darbi, do as I say."
Darbishire left his friend and hurried to the
corridor. Mr Wilkins was coming up to his room and his face told
Darbishire that the teacher was not going to talk to him about the
"What were you doing in my room, Darbishire?" he asked.
"I... I... I... am coming out, sir."
"I can see that. But I told you to wait at my door."
Mr Wilkins opened the door and went into his
room. Darbishire went after him. He was so frightened that he closed his
eyes. When he opened them he was greatly surprised.
Jennings was standing on the carpet. He had no
parcel in his hands. There was no parcel under his coat either.
Darbishire looked around the room. "Where has Jennings hidden the
parcel?" Darbishire could not answer this question. He looked around the
"What's the matter with you, Darbishire?" asked Mr Wilkins. "Have you lost anything?"
"No, sir. Thank you, sir," answered Darbishire.
"Darbishire and Jennings, you developed the
photos without permission, and you did it before the bell. So you will
do an hour's work for me on Saturday afternoon."
"Yes. Sir. May we go, sir?"
When the boys went out into the corridor
Jennings said, "Well, that wasn't so bad, was it? If he knew that we
fried fish in the dark room!"
"Yes, where is it?" asked Darbishire.
"The dark room? You know that well."
"No, where is the parcel of fish?"
"Oh, that! Well, I had to do something, quick."
"And what did you do, quick?"
I put it in Old Wilkie's chimney."
"What could I do? It was all very fine for you to stand at the door, and I..."
"But we can't leave the parcel there for ever."
"No, we can't. but we have to say goodbye to our early breakfast."
At that moment the breakfast bell rang, and Jennings and Darbishire went down to the dining hall.
"Where have you been?" Venables asked when Jennings and Darbishire sat down at breakfast.
"Yesterday Mr Hind said that I could develop my
film in the dark room. And when we were using a developing dish as a
frying pan it began to burn. At that moment Old Wilkie came..."
"Why did you fry the photos?" asked Venables.
"Oh, I don't mean the photos. We were frying the fish."
"The fish in Old Wilkie's chimney."
Venables could not understand it. Then Darbishire explained it all to him.
"It will be easy to take it from the chimney when Old Wilkie isn't in the room," said Venables.
"It is all very fine for you to talk," said Jennings. "I'd like to see you do it."
Of course, Jennings had decided to get the parcel from the chimney, but he did not want to let anybody say that it was easy.
Darbishire did not eat much at breakfast that
morning. He was thinking about his plan to get the parcel back from Mr
Wilkins' chimney. "I'll go to Old Wilkie's room," thought Darbishire,
"and knock at the door. If there is no answer it will mean that there is
nobody in the room. If there is an answer - well, then I'll see what to
do. But I must do in quickly. Today is Monday, and this evening
Jennings and I wanted to begin to print the first issue of the Form