Berkeley had shown; and Hanson, Simms, and Green behaved in a
precisely similar manner.

"This," said Scott, "somewhat complicates the case. We must have
further clues. You'd better pop off now, Pillingshot. I've got a Latin
Prose to do. Bring me reports of your progress daily, and don't
overlook the importance of trifles. Why, in 'Silver Blaze' it was a
burnt match that first put Holmes on the scent."

Entering the junior day-room with some apprehension, the sleuth-hound
found an excited gathering of suspects waiting to interview him.

One sentiment animated the meeting. Each of the five wanted to know
what Pillingshot meant by it.

"What's the row?" queried interested spectators, rallying round.

"That cad Pillingshot's been accusing us of bagging Evans' quid."

"What's Scott got to do with it?" inquired one of the spectators.

Pillingshot explained his position.

"All the same," said Daubeny, "you needn't have dragged us into it."

"I couldn't help it. He made me."

"Awful ass, Scott," admitted Green.

Pillingshot welcomed this sign that the focus of popular indignation