“What’s the matter? Are you mad?”
“No, but I’m locked in,” said Tony. “Can’t you let me out?”
“I have no key to the door, but the landlady has.”
“Won’t you please ask her to let me out? I’ll be ever so much obliged.”
“Stop pounding, then.”
“I will.”
Scarcely two minutes had elapsed when a key was heard in the lock, and the door was opened.
How came you here, sir?” asked the landlady—a short, stout woman—suspiciously.
The gentleman locked me in—in a joke,” said Tony.
Maybe you’re a burglar,” said the landlady, eyeing him doubtfully.