It occurred to me that if Mr.Powell had the same sort of temper.

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However, I didn't give myself time to think and scuttled across the space at the foot of the stairs into the passage where I'd been told to try.
And I tried the first door I came to, right away, without any hanging back, because coming loudly from the hall above an amazed and scandalized voice wanted to know what sort of game I was up to down there.

"Don't you know there's no admittance that way ?" it roared.

But if there was anything more I shut it out of my hearing by means of a door marked _Private_ on the outside.