“And now,” he said, “perhaps you'll tell us your name.”
I did so (one is always a little shamefaced about it, I don't know why) in full. He whistled.
“Too much,” he said; “what's the easiest you can do?”
After some thought I said, “What about M or N?”
“Much better! If M's all right for you, it'll do for us.” So M was agreed upon.
I was still rather afraid that the rank and file had been passing a dull evening and would not come again, and I tried to express as much to them. But they said:
“Dull? Oh no, M; why we've found out all sorts of things!”
“Really? What sort of things?”
“Well, inside the wall in that corner there's the biggest spider I've ever seen, for one thing.”
“Good gracious!” I said. “I hate 'em. I hope it can't get out?”