io ADVENTURE IN THE LIFE OF A BEAR
the door, and there was Tom, who, tired out after his eventful night, had fallen fast asleep on the floor. The box-opener stepped in and politely hinted that it was six o'clock and time to go home.
'Grrooonnn,' said Tom.
'I hear you,' said the box-opener; ' you're asleep, my good man, but you'll sleep better still in your own bed. Come, come, your wife must be getting quite anxious! Upon my word I don't believe he hears a word I say. How heavily he sleeps!' And she shook him by the shoulder.
' Grrrooonnn! '
' All right, all right! This isn't a time to make believe. Besides, we all know you. There now, they're putting out the lights. Shall I send for a cab for you?'
' Come, come, the Odeon Theatre isn't an inn; come, be off! Oh, that's what you're after, is it? Fie, Monsieur Odry, fie! I shall call the guard; the inspector hasn't gone to bed yet. Ah, indeed ! You won't obey rules ! You are trying to beat me, are you? You would beat a woman — and a former artiste .to M. Odry, would you ? For shame ! But we shall see. Here, help — police — inspector — help! '
' What's the matter?' cried the fireman on duty.
' Help !' screamed the box-opener, ' help !'
' What's the matter?' asked the sergeant commanding the patrol.
' Oh, it's old mother what's her name, shrieking for help in one of the stage boxes.'
' Coming!' shouted the sergeant.
' This way, Mr. Sergeant, this way,' cried the box-opener.
' All right, my dear, here T am. But where are you?'
' Don't be afraid ; there are no steps — straight on this way — he's in the corner. Oh, the rascal, he's as strong as a Turk !'