A man-servant looked inquiringly out.
"My bath and clothes, Jarvis, like hell!" The man gilded away, his master following close behind.

From somewhere further inside the flat, the sound of water running into a bath was heard.

The door was closed, again there was silence.

The fox terrier, after a few moments' scratching at the door, resumed his place upon the rug and curled himself up to renewed slumber.
The next interruption was of a different nature.

The sharp, insistent summons of an electric bell from outside rang through the room.