Piper, who
certainly looked half wild with irritation.
"Yes," said Bridget, stupidly.
Immediately Mr. Piper found himself pinioned on either side by a
stout servant.
"What have you been kickin' up a row for?" demanded the first.
"Let me alone, or I'll have the law take care of you," screamed
the outraged man. "Can't you hear the fellow that's making the
racket?"
Paul, tired with thumping, had desisted for a moment, but now had
recommenced with increased energy. The sounds could be
distinctly heard on the floor below.
"Excuse me, sir. I made a mistake," said the first speaker,
releasing his hold. "We'll go up and see what's the matter."
So the party went upstairs, followed at a distance by Bridget,
who, influenced alike by fear and curiosity, did not know whether
to go up or retreat.
The sounds were easily traced to room No. 237. In front of
this, therefore, the party congregated.
"What's the matter in there?" asked James, the first servant,
putting his lips to the keyhole.
"Yes," chimed in Mr. Piper, irritably; "what do you mean by such
an infernal hubbub?"
"Open the door, and let me out," returned Paul, eagerly.
The party looked at each other in surprise.
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