The Butler Did It...

So the other day in my American Character class, we took a test on a play we read called "The Crucible." (Good play by the way.) Well, after I finished, I went back to my seat and pulled out a Sherlock Holmes book that I was reading. My friend (Princess Rhea) let me borrow it and I started reading a part of it. Besides, it would take a while for everyone to finish and I wanted to get a good start on it.
Anyways, it was dead silent in the room, and my teacher was sitting in the middle, so I was facing him sitting sideways (if that makes sense.) I opened up the book and started reading. As I was reading, my teacher moved the student desk he was sitting in towards me, and the scrape of the desk legs on tile filled the room. At first, I thought he was just adjusting his desk or something. He paused for a long second, and then did again, this time closer to my desk. He did the same thing - again and again. And again. I decided to finally look up and he was literally right there. Literally, inches away from me.
"What are you reading?" he asked me eagerly. I answered him by showing the binding of the book, with the large, black block letters that spelled out THE ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATED SHERLOCK HOLMES.
I had already attracted enough attention, but he didn't seem to notice. Instead of going back to his original spot, he yelled "Oooooooh!" He yelled this so loud, everyone in my class looked up from their tests. When he realized that he caught all of their attention, he whispered to me, "good for you!" I thought he was done, but then he added, "And....the butler did it."
Mental note to self: Do not bring Sherlock Holmes to English classes.

This is kind of random, but I once have seen this teacher outside of school at Culvers wearing a little red-hood riding suit with his grandma. Awkward is an understatement.
BAH.