Hill makes a mistake in his critical biology exam.

Should he fess up and take the consequences or keep his secret forever?

H.G. Wells, today on the Classic Tales Podcast. Thank you for listening.

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a slip under the microscope byaded gas lamps that stood two to each table

down its narrow length. On each table stood a couple of glass jars containing the mangled vestiges of the crayfish, mussels, frogs,

and guinea pigs upon which the students had been working.

And down the side of the room facing the windows were shelves bearing bleached desections of spirits, surmounted

by a row of beautifully executed anatomical drawings in white wood frames and overhanging

a row of cubical lockers.

All the doors of the laboratory were paneled with blackboard.

And on these were the half-eraced diagrams of the previous day's work.

The laboratory was empty, save for the demonstrator, who sat near the preparation room door,

and silent, say for a low continuous murmur, and the clicking of the rocker microtole

at which he was working. But scattered about the room were traces of numerous students,

handbags, polished boxes of instruments, in one place a large

drawing covered by newspaper, and in another a prettily bound copy of News from

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