“Is ... a ... beastly ... hole....”
“Say something serious, table, do!” Mrs. Rantzow implored, pleasantly, in her best German-matron manner.
“Dan ... ger,” the table tapped out.
“Where?”
“Threat ... ens,” the table continued, “La-bu-wangi.”
“Danger threatens Labuwangi?”
“Yes!” said the table, with one tap, angrily.
“Rebellion.”
“Rebellion? Who’s going to rebel?”