human
What is it?
gpt
Findings, keepings,
human
Let's look, said Penryhn.
gpt
Why, that is Buller's knife!
human
Ah, ah! how do you know that?
gpt
Why, it has a punch in it; he lent it me to punch a hole in my strap when we got home from skating one day. It has his name engraved upon it somewhere; there it is, look, on that plate--`T. Buller'.
human
Like my luck! sighed Simmonds;
gpt
I never found anything yet but what it belonged to some other fellow.
human
What was that you said, Penryhn, about Buller lending you his knife? asked Crawley, who was cutting threes on the new bit of ice.
gpt
What day was it?
human
The day before the snow; yesterday week, that was.
gpt
What time?
human
In the evening, just before supper, when I was cleaning up my skates for next day. By Jove! I see what you are driving at. Buller has not been any day since, so he must have dropped it when he came that night.
gpt
Of course. Now, you and Simmonds run back to school, find Cookson, who is senior master now the doctor's out, ask leave to go over to Penredding, and cut there as hard as you can split.
human
I grant that it is suspicious; he was out late at night when he had no business to be, and that same night a Weston boy was, almost to a certainty, seized by Bradley in the coppice. But if one boy could get out another might, and now it is proved that this one had his skates with him at the time. No jury would convict on such evidence.