One was reminded of those pantomime transformation scenes where, from among floating clouds, slow music, waving flowers, and reclining fairies, one is suddenly transported into the midst of shouting policemen tumbling yelling babies, swells fighting pantaloons, sausages and harlequins, buttered slides and clowns.

As the Fraulein of the pan touched the door it flew open, as though all the spirits of sin had been pressed against it, waiting.

Two pigs and a chicken rushed into the room; a cat that had been sleeping on a beer-barrel spluttered into fiery life.

The Fraulein threw her pan into the air and lay down on the floor.

The gentleman with the brick sprang to his feet, upsetting the table before him with everything upon it.
One looked to see the cause of this disaster: one discovered it at once in the person of a mongrel terrier with pointed ears and a squirrel's tail.