But the terrified girl would not budge.
“Then you go down and tell your master there's a madman up here. If you don't, I will.”
This Bridget consented to do; and, going downstairs, gave a not very coherent account of the disturbance. Three male servants came back with her.
“Is that the man?” asked the first, pointing to Mr. Piper, who certainly looked half wild with irritation.
“Yes,” said Bridget, stupidly.
Immediately Mr. Piper found himself pinioned on either side by a stout servant.
“What have you been kickin' up a row for?” demanded the first.
“Let me alone, or I'll have the law take care of you,” screamed the outraged man. “Can't you hear the fellow that's making the racket?”
Paul, tired with thumping, had desisted for a moment, but now had recommenced with increased energy. The sounds could be distinctly heard on the floor below.
“Excuse me, sir. I made a mistake,” said the first speaker, releasing his hold. “We'll go up and see what's the matter.”