"I have!"
"It made such an all-fired din that I thought something had happened."
"Something has happened! I'm shut up in here!"
"No? Are you? What a horrid shame. We're in the same box, because I'm shut up in here. Governor told me not to go till he came back from lunch, and as he's gone off with some other fellows to a regular spread, it looks as though he's never coming back again. And I ought to be down at Richmond for a cricket match. It looks like getting there! Though what they'll do without me I can't think. Because, apart from batting, with the leather I'm a marvel. My name's Clifford--perhaps you know my name? Last Saturday, playing for the Putney Pilgrims, I took eight wickets in nine overs. It was in the papers. Perhaps you saw it there. I don't know if you're interested in that sort of thing."
He rattled on at such a rate that he did not give me a chance to speak.
"I'm afraid you don't understand: I'm locked in here."
"Locked in? No? Not really?"
"Yes, really!" He was dense. "And I want you to come and break down the door and let me out."
"Break down the door? Me? What ho! Pray, are you trying to take a rise out of yours truly? I'm more than seven, you know."
"You don't look it; and you don't sound it either."