"No, the walk is too long. I want you back, and the constable."
The girl shot up the walk.
"Bax," said Hardy, "come along. We'll easily find the room."
Bax hung in the wind.
"What's the constable a-going to say?" he muttered. "Won't it be breaking in if we enters without the missis's leave?"
Hardy looked at him, and then stepped to the foot of the staircase.
"You dare not go up-stairs, sir!" said Mrs. Armstrong, in a voice that trembled.
Hardy mounted.
"The constable shall lock you up," shrieked the enraged woman.