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Arthur blinked, and looked at the officer. "Are you..." he paused, suddenly becoming acutely aware of the other pairs of eyes in the room, that were fixing themselves on him. "Are you serious?"

The officer nodded, his own face reddening slightly. "I'm afraid so. You see, this is a reported felony, and we need to find out who the perptrators were."

"Well, I..." Arthur felt words fail him. "I didn't do it," he said, clearly, and firmly. "I did not. I'm not immature enough to try and ruin someone else's car."

There was a ghost of a smile on the officer's face. "I think I can see that," he said, calmly, "but I'm afraid I still have to question you. Now, would you come with me, please?"

Arthur nodded, his mind whirring. "Of course."

He followed the officers out. As he left, the students' voice erupted into a buzz of frantic chatter.

Dom bit his lip as he looked out of the window. Mal walked forward, and put a placating hand on his arm.

"Please," she said, kindly, "Arthur will be ok."

The Principal turned to her, and smiled, sadly. "The only person I will take the comment from today is you," he said, softly. "But this is a nightmare." He sat down, heavily. "How do I deal with all this? This is all down to Robert." He sighed and buried his face in his hands.

Suddenly, he sat up. "No, its also down to me. I should have stuck up for Arthur when the Superintendent came in. I could have done that. I could have told him that this was a ridiculous charge, brought by someone who has a major grudge against him. It wouldn't have been too hard to do that, would it?"

Mal was silent as he began to pace the office. "I should have got Robert out, earlier. He's unfit to teach or be here."

Mal looked at him. "So what are you going to do?"

Cobb came to a halt, and met her eyes. "At the moment, I have no idea. But I'll think of something."

"Right, Mr Ogilvie." The detective, who had introduced himself as Michael Reed, smiled at him, reassuringly. "I can assure you you are not under arrest. This is merely to help us with our enquiries."

Arthur nodded. "OK."

"So." The detective began. "Can you tell us what you were doing on Tuesday night?"

Arthur blinked. That had been the night before Robert's car was vandalised. "I was at home," he said, honestly.

"Alone?"

"No." Embarrassment suddenly welled up, and he exhaled, slowly. "I was with a friend."

"Female or male?"

"Female. Actually..." Arthur took a deep breath before speaking. "My girlfriend." The detective looked at him, and scribbled it down.

"Mr Ogilvie, is there any reason why someone might spread red paint over Mr Fischer's car?"

Arthur swallowed. "Well, I, uh, can think of a few reasons."

Reed looked interested. "A few? Such as?"

Arthur looked at his hands. "Well...he's - he's not exactly liked," he said, tactfully. The detective frowned slightly. "Would you care to elaborate?"

"Well, he, uh-" Arthur took a deep breath, and decided to be honest. "He went out for dinner with me, and three other colleagues, one of whom is now my girlfriend, and harrassed her.

"Harrassed her?" Reed leaned forward. "Would you explain further?"

"He kept trying to grab at her," Arthur explained. "And I lost my temper with him over it."

"How?"

"I threw ice cream in his lap," he admitted. A choking noise came from the detective, which Arthur swore could have been an attempt to stifle laughter. "And since then..."

"Since then - what?"

"Well, he complained and got me suspended. And since then things have gone from bad to worse."

Reed closed his notebook, and looked at him. "Mr Ogilvie. You do realise that if Mr Fischer was harrassing your colleague, she could have made a complaint of sexual harrassment, which is an offence?"

Arthur blinked. "I, uh-"

"Put simply, Mr Ogilvie," Reed said quietly. "I think I may be questioning the wrong man."

Robert smiled as he walked down the corridor, humming happily. He'd seen Arthur led away by the detective, and couldn't help but feel a glow of triumph.

He whistled as he entered the business classroom. Suddenly, his face began to freeze. Cobb was sitting in the chair behind his desk.

"Robert," he said, quietly, "I think we need to talk."

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