As soon as they entered the room, a little while later, they saw by Otoyo’s face that something had happened.
“What is it?” they demanded uneasily.
“Oh,” ejaculated Otoyo, raising both hands with an eloquent gesture, “it was that terrible Mees Heegins. You had but scarcely departing gone when there came to the door a rap-rap-rap—so. I thought it was you returning, and when I open, she push her way in, so.”
Otoyo gave an imitation of Minerva forcing her way into the sitting room.
“She say: ‘I wish to see Mees Kean on a particular business.’ I say: ‘Mees Kean has a sickness to her head.’ She say: ‘Move away, little yellow peril. Don’t interfere with me. I wish to inquire after her health.’ Then she make great endeavors to remove me from the door.”
“And what did you do, Otoyo?” they asked anxiously.
Otoyo’s face took on an expression half humorous and half deprecating.
“It will not make you angry with little Japanese girl?”
“No, of course not, child.”
“I employ jiu jitsu.”