“We’d better not hang around ‘ere too long, if you don’t mind me saying” says Porter. He is right. It will not be too long before Hawkins College start searching for us and we are a somewhat distinctive-looking collective. Although no closer to finding the Lord Layton, we do now have a set of master keys to Hawkins College, even if I had to sacrifice my best pair of shoes in the process. I couldn’t walk in them, anyway.
“We should head back to Old College,” suggests The Dean. “We can get changed and have a bloody good drink. Not you, Porter, obviously. I meant Deputy Head Porter and my good self.” Get changed? I hadn’t thought that far ahead. Bugger.
“Obviously, Sir” replies Porter, not put out in the slightest. “I was hoping to get off soon, I, er, have somewhere to be.”
“The Detective Sergeant?” I whisper to…
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