Billy Bunter's First Case (Billy Bunter, Book 13)
Frank Richards
Language: English
Pages: 262
ISBN: B012YSCI5K
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Another Billy Bunter adventure at Greyfriars school
spectacles glued on it. A fat hand was reaching up to it, when a Fifth-form man came along to the rack. Billy Bunter was tall sideways: and the letter was a little out of his reach. He was standing on his toes, stretching out fat fingers, when Price of the Fifth came up. Price had been too busily occupied in break that morning to look for letters, so he had come along to look now. He stared at Bunter. "Leave that letter alone, you young tick!" snapped Price. "It's not for you." Bunter
hadn't taken more than a dozen tablespoonfuls when Mr. Prout came in, sir——. It was jam, sir—only jam, sir—just jam——." "Bless my soul!" said the Head. He began to grasp it! "Is it possible there is a misunderstanding? It is not a question of—of jam, Bunter. If you abstracted jam in a Fifth-form study, that is a matter for your form- master to deal with." "Quelchy—I mean Mr. Quelch, gave me lines, sir——." "Did you suppose for one moment, Bunter, that I had sent for you in connection
did not seem, for the moment at least, to come as easy to Bunter as to Sherlock Holmes. Possibly he had over-estimated the extent of his fat intellect! But suddenly a grin diffused Bunter's plump countenance. "I've got it!" he announced. "What?" "Gammon!" "Draw it mild!" Bunter's fat lip curled in a sneer. He had "got it"—or at all events he was satisfied that he had got it! He gave the Famous Five a blink of superior disdain. "I tell you I've got it!" he said. "You fellows couldn't
hands." "Not much doubt about that, I suppose," assented Bob. "But it isn't Smithy's—he said so." "Whoever he is, he must be a bit worried at losing it," said Mauleverer. "The initials at the end might be the clue." "Starting Price!" grinned Bob. "No: Stephen Price," answered Mauleverer. Bob gave quite a jump. "Oh, suffering crocodiles! Price of the Fifth—why, he was looking for something under the elms, about an hour ago, and was very anxious that nobody should find it for him!" he
loot. But to everybody else it seemed a clear case. That ass Coker, known to be every variety of an ass, had excelled even himself in the asinine line: losing a tenner in his study and fancying that it had been snooped. That was the view taken by almost everyone: much to the relief of the wretched Price. Coker himself was quite bewildered when he came in on his motor-bike, and learned how and where the missing tenner had been found. He simply could not make out how the tenner could