He opted instead for a sports jacket and cord trousers, checked shirt and university tie. Casual but acceptably establishment. He parked the car outside the school entrance and walked up the gravel drive past the playing fields where the third year was at rugby practice. Hargreave, the principal teacher of physical education was cajoling them into cohesive action instead of individual bids for glory. 'Pass it you clown!' yelled the track-suited man as a large fair haired boy was caught in possession. 'That's what team mates are for!' 'Yes sir,' mumbled the boy as he got to his feet and looked down at them. 'Rugby is a team game, boy! Life is a team game!' 'Well, that's taken care of that,' thought Main as he turned away and continued up the drive. The bottom line to centuries of philosophy had just been supplied by Hargreave. Why didn't they ask him in the first place? he wondered. After the five minute obligatory wait - important people never saw you immediately- the headmaster welcomed Main with a handshake and the offer of sherry.
