"Oh, of course he goes here to-night," thought Phin, with sudden
disgust. "Prescott scribbles for 'The Blade' and the Board of
Education is one of his stunts each week."




CHAPTER VI

One of the Fallen


For a few moments Drayne hung about outside, irresolute. Then
his native shrewdness asserted itself.

"Not to go in, after having been seen here in the yard would be
to confess whatever anyone wants to charge," muttered Phin. "Of
course I'll go in. And I'll just stand there and look more and
more astounded every time that anyone says anything. Brass,
Phin---brass! Oh, I'd like to see anyone down me!"

So, with all the swagger he could put on, this young Benedict
Arnold of the school stepped into the Board room. As he entered,
the clerk of the Board hastened toward him.

"Step into this anteroom at the side, Mr. Drayne, until you're
called," the clerk directed. "There will be some routine business
to be transacted first. Then, I believe, the Board has a few
questions it desires to ask you."