A stone came jingling through the window beside them, and others followed in showers.
‘B—— brutes!’ said the blind man.
‘Where’s Huxtable?’ said Lady Wyse.
‘Huxtable’s gone.’
‘Skunk!’ said Joey.
‘Not quite a skunk,’ said the American; ‘“skunk” is goin’ too fur.’
There was a roar and a rush outside, battle cries, shrieks of despairing whistles, and a moment later a heavy battering at the mahogany of the front door.
Lady Lillico, fully conscious at last, jumped up with piercing yells. She ran this way and that, bewildered.
‘We must get the Prince away quickly,’ said Lady Wyse, going towards his room.
‘Oh, let me out, let me out somewhere!’ cried Lady Lillico. Joey ran past with her tongue thrust mockingly forth, like a heraldic lion gardant.