"Take your cuppertea, young fellow," said Mr. Flannery.
The hospitality had arrived too late. In the matter of tea-drinking John was handicapped by the fact that he had just swallowed approximately a third of a jug of water. He regretted to be compelled to reject the contribution for lack of space. But as what he desired most at the moment was human society and conversation, he advanced eagerly to the window.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Flannery's my name, young fellow."
"How did I get here?"
"In that room?"
"Yes."
"I put you there."
"You did, did you?" said John. "Open this door at once, damn you!"
The Sergeant-Major shook his head.