“That’s right. Bellow and spoil it all.”
“Spoil what?” he said, glareing at me. “There’s nothing left to spoil, is there? Look at that bed! Look at me!”
“Father,” I said, “while you are raging about over such a thing as a wet Sponge, which I was driven to in desparation, the house is or rather has been robbed.”
He then sat down on the bed and said:
“You are growing up, Bab, although it is early for the burglar obsession. Go on, though. Who is robbing us and why? Because if he finds any Money I’ll divide with him.”
Such a speach discouraged me, for I can bear anything except to be laughed at. I therfore said:
“William has just taken your Dispach Case out of the safe. I saw him.”
“William!”
“William,” I repeated in a tence voice.
He was then alarmed and put on his slippers and dressing gown.