“And he is Robin.”
They then both bowed together.
“And we are the fabulous Fletcher brothers of East End!,” they shouted together.
The commotion caused the entire exhibition hall assemblage to turn to stare at them.
Yates put his finger to his lips as a gesture to plead for civil conversation and comportment.
“Okay, okay! I think I know who you both are now, but it’s going to take a while before I can associate the right name with the right face.”
“’Tis always the case Professor. Now please advise us as to the whereabouts of our new home. ’Tis not the hallowed and venerable halls of Oxford University perchance?” Robin said.
He examined the boys’ faces for a moment; they wore wolfish grins in anticipation of his reply.
“Alas, ’tis not.”
His reply immediately brought puzzlement to t
