I tried to ignore it, but it was too persistent, and, putting on my dressing gown, I went down to the gate.

A policeman was standing there.

He had all the things I had been throwing out of the window in a little heap in front of him, all except the egg.

He had evidently been collecting them.

He said: "Are these things yours ?" I said: "They were mine, but personally I have done with them.