‘I cannot imagine why they are making all that noise underneath this building. Do you mind, Warden, if I send out and stop it?’
‘I am sorry,’ said Wimsey. ‘I am afraid I am responsible for that. I suggested to Padgett that a search in the coal-cellar might be profitable.’
‘Then,’ pronounced the Warden, ‘I fear we must put up with it, Bursar.’ She inclined her head towards Wimsey, who went on:
‘This is a brief summary of the events as presented to me by Miss Vane, when with your consent, Warden, she laid the case before me. I rather gathered’—here the right hand became restless and began to beat out a silent tattoo upon the table-top—’that she and some others among you were inclined to look upon the outrages as the outcome of repressions sometimes accompanying the celibate life and issu
