“And here, madam,” said Brad, also picking something up, “are the rest of them.”
She hastily slipped them into her mouth, while Mowbry Fitts began to kick and shout.
“Let me get up!” he called, in a muffled voice.
“Be quiet,” said Miss Ketchum, “until I have arranged my toilet.”
Her head was almost entirely devoid of hair.
“Perhaps this may assist you,” said Dick, discovering her wig and handing it to her.
“Help!” called the husky voice of Professor Gunn. “I’m smothering! I can’t breathe!”
“You don’t deserve to breathe,” said Miss Ketchum, calmly adjusting the wig. “You are two indecent creatures, and I am sure you have disgraced me forever.”
Major Fitts was becoming frantic.
“I’m dying!” he groaned.