"Did you see him?" he inquired.
"I did," was the sharp reply. "You both ought to be ashamed of yourselves. You ought to be punished."
"There is a clothes-peg sticking into the back of my head," remarked Mr. Travers. "What are you going to do?"
There was no reply.
"What are you going to do?" repeated Mr. Travers, somewhat uneasily. "You look too nice to do anything hard; leastways, so far as I can judge through this crack."
There was a smothered exclamation, and then sounds of somebody moving hastily about the room and the swish of clothing hastily donned.
"You ought to have done it before," commented the thoughtful Mr. Travers. "It's enough to give you your death of cold."
"Mind your business," said the voice, sharply. "Now, if I let you out, will you promise to do exactly as I tell you?"
"Honour bright," said Mr. Travers, fervently.
"I'm going to give Mr. Benn a lesson he won't forget," proceeded the other, grimly. "I'm going to fire off this gun, and then run down and tell him I've killed you."