His heart began to hammer.

There was an awful pause; he heard from miles away Mary's voice: "Do do that button, Helen, I can't get it!" and Helen's "Oh, bother!" Then, like Judgment, the Jampot appeared again.

She stood in the doorway, looking across at him.
"You 'ave not cleaned your teeth, Master Jeremy," she said.

"The glass isn't touched, nor your toothbrush...

You wicked, wicked boy.