Then I called out: "Gentlemen, I accept your offer, relying on your honour.

If you will open the door--" "Open it yourself," said Detchard.
"It opens outwards," said I."Stand back a little, gentlemen, or I shall hit you when I open it." I went and fumbled with the latch.

Then I stole back to my place on tiptoe.
"I can't open it!" I cried.

"The latch has caught." "Tut! I'll open it!" cried Detchard.

"Nonsense, Bersonin, why not?
Are you afraid of one man ?" I smiled to myself.