The Politeness of Princes - and Other School Stories by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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Pillingshot entered.
"Here you are," said Pillingshot. He unclasped his right hand and exhibited a sovereign. Scott inspected it. "Is this the one?" he said. "Yes," said Pillingshot. "How do you know?" "It _is_. I've sifted all the evidence." "Who had bagged it?" "I don't want to mention names." "Oh, all right. As he didn't spend any of it, it doesn't much matter. Not that it's much catch having a thief roaming at large about the house. Anyhow, what put you on to him? How did you get on the track? You're a jolly smart kid, young Pillingshot. How did you work it?" "I have my methods," said Pillingshot with dignity. "Buck up. I shall have to be going over to school in a second." "I hardly like to tell you." |
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