"What are you doing?"
"Hammering with the heel of my slipper," a feminine voice answered.
"What do you want?"
"A chance to sleep."
"Who's stopping you?" crabbedly.
"You're snoring." Indignation gave an edge to the accusation.
"You're impertinent!"
"You're a nuisance!" the voice retorted. Wallie covered his mouth with his hand and hunched his shoulders.
There was a moment's silence while Mr. Penrose seemed to be thinking of a suitable answer. Then:
"It's my privilege to snore if I want to. This is my room—I pay for it!"