He was rather relieved to find that he could not.
"Tom the boat-boy," said he, "distinctly says that the fellow who was getting out of the window dropped the knife as he did so.

Of course that may be his fancy.

Anyhow, I don't want the knife any more, so you may as well take it." So saying he produced the knife from his pocket, and handed it to his companion.
"I don't want the beastly thing," cried Wyndham, taking it and pitching it into the middle of the river.

"Goodness knows it's done mischief enough! But, I say, whoever wrote that note must have known something about it." "Of course," said the captain, "but he evidently intends the thing to be found out without his help." "Never mind," said Wyndham, cheerily, "give yourself a little rest, old man, and come down and see the second-eleven practise.

I've been too much up a tree to turn up lately, but I mean to do so this evening.