“Who wouldn’t!” laughed Beau Maturin, and, opening the door, said: “Good morning.”
“You’ve said it,” said the policeman. “Haw-haw!”
“You’ll have some breakfast?” asked the woman with the revolvers.
“Please do!” said Miss Samsonoff.
“You ought to be hungry,” said the taxi-driver with the Homburg hat of green plush.
“Look here!” gasped Mr. Trevor. “What the blazes——”
“Haw-haw!” laughed the policeman. “’Ave a bit of vealanam-pie?”
“Now, Ted, don’t be rude to the gentlemen!” said the woman with the revolvers.
“Quite right, mother,” said Miss Samsonoff. “We owe these gentlemen an explanation and an apology——”
“And if they don’t take it we are in the soup!” miserably said the man in the Homburg hat of green plush.