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And
suddenly
and
most
wonderfully
the
door
of
the
room
upstairs
opened
of
its
own
accord
,
and
as
they
looked
up
in
amazement
,
they
saw
descending
the
stairs
the
muffled
figure
of
the
stranger
staring
more
blackly
and
blankly
than
ever
with
those
unreasonably
large
blue
glass
eyes
of
his
.
He
came
down
stiffly
and
slowly
,
staring
all
the
time
;
he
walked
across
the
passage
staring
,
then
stopped
.
"
Look
there
!
"
he
said
,
and
their
eyes
followed
the
direction
of
his
gloved
finger
and
saw
a
bottle
of
sarsaparilla
hard
by
the
cellar
door
.
Then
he
entered
the
parlour
,
and
suddenly
,
swiftly
,
viciously
,
slammed
the
door
in
their
faces
.
Not
a
word
was
spoken
until
the
last
echoes
of
the
slam
had
died
away
.
They
stared
at
one
another
.
"
Well
,
if
that
do
n't
lick
everything
!
"
said
Mr.
Wadgers
,
and
left
the
alternative
unsaid
.
"
I
'd
go
in
and
ask
'n
'
bout
it
,
"
said
Wadgers
,
to
Mr.
Hall
.
"
I
'd
d'mand
an
explanation
.
"
It
took
some
time
to
bring
the
landlady
's
husband
up
to
that
pitch
.
At
last
he
rapped
,
opened
the
door
,
and
got
as
far
as
,
"
Excuse
me
--
"
"
Go
to
the
devil
!
"
said
the
stranger
in
a
tremendous
voice
,
and
"
Shut
that
door
after
you
.
"
So
that
brief
interview
terminated
.
The
stranger
went
into
the
little
parlour
of
the
"
Coach
and
Horses
"
about
half-past
five
in
the
morning
,
and
there
he
remained
until
near
midday
,
the
blinds
down
,
the
door
shut
,
and
none
,
after
Hall
's
repulse
,
venturing
near
him
.
All
that
time
he
must
have
fasted
.
Thrice
he
rang
his
bell
,
the
third
time
furiously
and
continuously
,
but
no
one
answered
him
.
"
Him
and
his
'
go
to
the
devil
'
indeed
!
"
said
Mrs.
Hall
.
Presently
came
an
imperfect
rumour
of
the
burglary
at
the
vicarage
,
and
two
and
two
were
put
together
.
Hall
,
assisted
by
Wadgers
,
went
off
to
find
Mr.
Shuckleforth
,
the
magistrate
,
and
take
his
advice
.
No
one
ventured
upstairs
.
How
the
stranger
occupied
himself
is
unknown
.
Now
and
then
he
would
stride
violently
up
and
down
,
and
twice
came
an
outburst
of
curses
,
a
tearing
of
paper
,
and
a
violent
smashing
of
bottles
.
The
little
group
of
scared
but
curious
people
increased
.
Mrs.
Huxter
came
over
;
some
gay
young
fellows
resplendent
in
black
ready-made
jackets
and
piqué
paper
ties
--
for
it
was
Whit
Monday
--
joined
the
group
with
confused
interrogations
.
Young
Archie
Harker
distinguished
himself
by
going
up
the
yard
and
trying
to
peep
under
the
window-blinds
.
He
could
see
nothing
,
but
gave
reason
for
supposing
that
he
did
,
and
others
of
the
Iping
youth
presently
joined
him
.
