midnight
He looked round the half-open door and saw the back view of a boy in pyjamas . The whole incident is much too sinister for me to remind you frivolously that little Carpet Slippers was once again round his corner . He began : `` Wh-what are you doing ? '' and the boy at once did what any properly constituted midnight visitor should do -- switched off the electric light . When Mr. Fillet , with a heart going like a motor engine , found the switch and flooded the room with light , there was , of course , no one there . But on his writing-table lay his cane , broken into pieces , and my own copy of the thousand lines torn into little bits . What more exciting than for the whole school to learn by rumour the next morning that all the prefects of Bramhall House had been mysteriously withdrawn from their Olympian class-rooms to a special cabinet meeting under the presidency of Stanley , the gorgeous house-captain ?