Three male servants came back with
her.
"Is that the man?" asked the first, pointing to Mr. 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. They did not expect to find
the desperate maniac a boy.
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