ns certainly looked rough customers. Then I
turned the handle of the door. The door did not open. I pulled hard at
it. Then I looked at my companions.
"Queer," said Denny, and he began to whistle.
Hogvardt got the little lantern, which he always had handy, and
carefully inspected the door.
"Locked," he announced, "and bolted top and bottom. A solid door,
too!" and he struck it with his hand. Then he crossed to the window,
and looked at the bolts; and finally he said to me: "I don't think we
can have our walk, my lord."
Well, I burst out laughing. The thing was too absurd. Under cover of
our animated talk the landlord must have bolted us in. The bars made
the window no use. A skilled burglar might have beaten those bolts,
and a battering-ram would, no doubt, have smashed the door; we had
neither burglar nor ram.
"We are caught, my boy," said Denny. "Nicely caught. But what's the
game?"
I had asked myself that question already, but had found no answer. To
tell the truth, I was wondering whether Neopalia was going to turn out
as conservative a country as the Turkish ambassador had hinted. It was
Watkins who suggested an answer.
"I imagine, my lord," said he, "that the natives [Watkins always
called the Neopalians "natives"] have gone to speak to the gentleman
who sold the island to your lordship."
"Gad!" said Denny, "I hope it will be a pleasant interview."
Hogvardt's broad, good-humored face had assumed an anxious look. He
knew something about the people of these islands; so did I.
"Trouble, is it?" I asked him.
"I'm afraid so," he answered; and then we turned to the window
again, except Denny, who wasted some energy and made a useless din by
battering at the door, till we beseeched him to let it alone.
There we sat for nearly two hours. Darkness fell, the women had ceased
their gossiping, but still stood about the street, and in the doorways
of the house.
It was nine o'clock before matters showed any progress. Then came
shouts from the road above us, the
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