A grating noise proclaimed the shifting of the bed. There was a creak of springs beneath a heavy weight. The window, in its capacity of loud speaker, announced Mrs. Waddington calling.
"Ferris!"
"Madam?"
"What do you mean? Why is your position peculiar?"
"Because I am a deputy, madam."
"What does that matter?"
"I represent the Law, madam."
"The what?" asked Lord Hunstanton.
"The Law," said Mrs. Waddington. "He says he represents the Law."
"Let me speak to the blighter!"