By the bye, he remembered that if he had continued captain of the school eleven, he would have had easy command of the money by being treasurer of the cricket subscriptions.  But at Vernon’s death he lost all interest in cricket for a time, and had thrown up his office, to which Montagu had been elected by the general suffrage.

He wondered whether there was as much as five pounds of the cricketing-money left?  He knew that the box which contained it was in Montagu’s study, and he also knew where the key was kept.  It was merely a feeling of curiosity—­he would go and look.

All this passed through Eric’s mind as he sat in his study after Billy had gone.  It was a sultry summer day; all the study-doors were open, and all their occupants were absent in the cricket-field, or bathing.  He stole into Montagu’s study, hastily got the key, and took down the box.

“O put it down, put it down, Eric,” said Conscience; “what business have you with it?”

“Pooh! it is merely curiosity; as if I couldn’t trust myself!”

“Put it down,” repeated Conscience authoritatively, deigning no longer to argue or entreat.

Eric hesitated, and did put down the box; but he did not instantly leave the room.  He began to look at Montagu’s books, and then out of the window.  The gravel play-ground was deserted, he noticed, for the cricket-field.  Nobody was near, therefore.  Well, what of that? he was doing no harm.

“Nonsense!  I will just look and see if there’s five pounds in the cricket-box.”  Slowly at first he put out his hand, and then, hastily turning the key, opened the box.  It contained three pounds in gold, and a quantity of silver.  He began to count the silver, putting it on the table, and found that it made up three pounds ten more.  “So that, altogether, there’s six pounds ten; that’s thirty shillings more than ...and it won’t be wanted till next summer term, because all the bats and balls are bought now.  I daresay Montagu won’t even open the box again.  I know he keeps it stowed away in a corner, and hardly ever looks at it, and I can put back the five pounds the very first day of next term, and it will save me from expulsion.”

Very slowly Eric took the three sovereigns and put them in his pocket, and then he took up one of the heaps of shillings and sixpences which he had counted, and dropped them also into his trousers; they fell into the pocket with a great jingle....

“Eric, you are a thief!” He thought he heard his brother Vernon’s voice utter the words thrillingly distinct; but it was conscience who had borrowed the voice, and, sick with horror, he began to shake the money out of his pockets again into the box.  He was only just in time; he had barely locked the box, and put it in its place, when he heard the sound of voices and footsteps on the stairs.  He had no time to take out the key and put it back where he found it, and had hardly time to slip into his own study again, when the boys had reached the landing.