A pause.
"Which of you had the audacity to throw pieces of bread at me ?" Still silence.
"I warn you that I _will_ know, and it will be far worse for the guilty if I do not know at once." There was unmistakeable decision in the tone.
"Very well.

I know many boys who were _not_ guilty because I saw them in parts of the room where to throw was impossible.

I shall now _ask_ all the rest, one by one, if they took any part in this.

And beware of telling me a lie." There was an uneasy sensation in the room, and several boys began to whisper aloud, "Brigson! Brigson!" The whisper grew louder, and Mr.Rose heard it.

He turned on Brigson like a lion, and said-- "They call your name; stand out!" The awkward, big, ungainly boy, with his repulsive countenance, shambled out of his place into the middle of the room.