“‘Why,’ cried O’Brady, aghast, ‘never a tongue have they between the pair of them! Horrible! Shut your mouths, ye sturgeons! Here, put us to bed. We come all in pieces, you know. You’ll see.’
“And now Brackenbury pulled out his teeth. O’Brady did the same.
“The blackamoors looked scared.
“Then Brackenbury took off his wig and threw it on the bed.
“Both negroes glared at him.
“O’Brady quietly removed a glass eye and placed it on the table.
“The negroes edged towards the door.
“But it is the last straw that breaks the camel’s back. The last straw in this case was O’Brady’s cork leg. When he sat down and whipped that off, the blackamoors rushed headlong to the door and fled howling along the corridor.
“Then Marco came in, all smiles and politeness.
“‘They will neever, neever come again,’ said Marco, laughing, when Dolosa’s guests explained what had happened.