A Prefect's Uncle

Book Excerptsmall ribs, and look round to see whose was that raucous laughwhich had greeted the performance, he would observe a couple of yardsaway Skinner, deep in conversation with some friend of equallyvillainous aspect. In short, in a word, the only adequate word, he wasSkinner.'Well?' said Reece.'Skinner, ' proceeded Marriott, 'was seated in a chair, bleeding freelyinto a rather dirty pocket-handkerchief. His usual genial smile washampered by a cut lip, and his right eye was blacked in the mostgraceful and pleasing manner. I made tender inquiries, but could getnothing from him except grunts. So I departed, and just outside thedoor I met young Lee, and got the facts out of him. It appears that P.V. Wilson, my aunt's friend's friend's son, entered the fags' room atfour-fifteen. At four-fifteen-and-a-half, punctually, Skinner wasobserved to be trying to rag him. Apparently the great Percy has nosense of humour, for at four-seventeen he got tired of it, and hitSkinner crisply in the right eyeball, bRead Mor