I gave my name and she let me in in a dubious fashion.
“Well?” said I, as we stood together inside Pyecraft's piece of the landing.
“'E said you was to come in if you came,” she said, and regarded me, making no motion to show me anywhere. And then, confidentially, “'E's locked in, sir.”
“Locked in?”
“Locked himself in yesterday morning and 'asn't let any one in since, sir. And ever and again SWEARING. Oh, my!”
I stared at the door she indicated by her glances.
“In there?” I said.
“Yes, sir.”
“What's up?”
She shook her head sadly, “'E keeps on calling for vittles, sir. 'EAVY vittles 'e wants. I get 'im what I can. Pork 'e's 'ad, sooit puddin', sossiges, noo bread. Everythink like that. Left outside, if you please, and me go away. 'E's eatin', sir, somethink AWFUL.”