“Is this true, Mark?” asked the priest, and Mark Proctor"s face turned even redder than it was already from his exertions in the fight. He remained silent however, forcing Father Mullaney to ask again, “I said, did you steal this boy"s plimsolls?”
Shamefacedly, Mark Proctor looked up at the towering figure of the priest and, trying his best to sound contrite and innocent, replied,
“It was a joke, Father, just a prank. I was going to let him have them back before Sports Day started.”
“I see, and just where are they now, young Proctor?”
“In my locker, Father.”
“Go and get them and return them to young Mr. Byrne, right now, if you please.”
Mark Proctor ran the few feet to his locker, and quickly opened it and removed Gerry Byrne"s plimsolls, and quickly handed them over.
“Here they are
