Chapter 22“Ease it,” said Mr. Lugg through the door. “Put yer back into it. Ee-ease it. Don’t git excited and don’t be frightened. I’m ’ere. I’ll let you out if you can’t do it, but come on—try. Don’t be a little wet.”
The long corridor which ran from east to west throughout the whole top floor of White Walls was silent save for his earnest injunctions, and Mr. Campion, who had been looking for him ever since his own arrival, was confronted by a monstrous back view of that vast familiar form.
“Steady—steady now! I can ’ear it goin’.”
The white arc of a bald head appeared over a much greater arc of broadcloth tail coat, like an up-ended crescent moon, as its owner applied a great ear to the panels of a door. There was a grunt of regret.
“Lorst it. . . . Never mind. Try again. You’ll nev
