"'Bout a hour ago, sir," answered Spike, dropping his cap in his embarrassment.
"Ah!" nodded Mr. Brimberly, "about a hour ago—ho! By appointment, I pre-zoom?"
"No, sir—by a winder."
"A—wot?"
"A winder, sir."
"A—winder? 'Eavens and earth—a winder—ow? Where? Wot for?"
"Say, mister," said Spike, breaking in upon Mr. Brimberly's astounded questioning, "is he nutty?" And he jerked his thumb toward the door through which Mr. Ravenslee had gone.
"Nutty!" said Mr. Brimberly, staring.
"Yes—I mean is he batty? Has he got wheels?"
"W'eels?" said Mr. Brimberly, his eyes rounder than usual.