Good evening--have you used our soap?
Haul in, you chaps! Sharp!" The persecuted senior, after the first surprise, made a frantic rush, first at the window, and then, finding the bird flown, at the door.

The latter was locked.

He could hear a scuffling and scrambling in the lobby outside, followed by a stampede; after which dead silence prevailed, save for the vicious kicking of the imprisoned hero at his own door.
"Whew!" said Wally, fanning himself when the juniors were safe back in Percy's study.

"That was a squeak, if you like.

How on earth am I to do it ?" "Better let him off," suggested some one.
Wally resented the suggestion as an insult.
"Not likely," said he.