Anthony entered unmolested and at precisely that moment Bolt came in from the garden.
The united forces did not waste time in greetings.
"We've got him," said Harrison Smith. "He's in there with his mother."
This was evident enough, for the sound of their voices was audible, Mrs.
Barraclough's high pitched tones crying out:
"Don't sit on the bed, dear, it creases the quilt."
"Better look out," Bolt warned. "He's as slippery as an eel."
"Trust me, we're just waiting to get rid of the old woman, and then——"
The other door opened and Jane scampered in, crying:
"Did 'ee ring, marm, did 'ee ring?"
"Put that basket of roses in the car, Jane," Mrs. Barraclough replied, and as Jane turned to obey, from the garden in rushed Flora and Conybeare, calling on their mistress to hasten.