"All right," George shouted. "Thanks!"
he janitor picked up the trap and moved it over to the front door. He watched, interested, as George promptly pushed it several inches along the wall. Then he turned and busily swish-swished more dust around the room.
"Well, what did he say?" Clara asked George as soon as he came back into the house.
"Said he'd take it up with the supervisor," George said, settling down in an armchair.
"George," she ordered, "you get up this instant and make sure that he really does!"
"Look," George pleaded, "he said he would."
"He may have been lying," Clara said promptly. "You go right up to the supervisor's room and see."
So, George reluctantly heaved himself out of the chair and ran through the mouseways in the wall until he came to the mousehole in the supervisor's room.