Not a word was spoken until the last echoes of the slam had died away. They stared at one another.
“Well, I’d go in and ask him about it,” said Wadgers to Mr. Hall. “I’d demand an explanation.”
The landlady’s husband rapped, opened the door, and began, “Excuse me-”
“Go to the devil!” said the stranger in a tremendous voice, “Shut that door after you.”
So that brief interview terminated.
Chapter VII
The Unveiling of the Stranger
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 curtains down, the door shut.
Thrice he rang his bell, the third time furiously and continuously, but no one answered him.
“I’ll teach him a lesson, ‘go to the devil’ indeed!” said Mrs. Hall. Presently came a rumour of the burglary at the vicarage. No one dared to go upstairs. How the stranger occupied himself is unknown.
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 group of scared but curious people increased.
It was the finest of all possible Mondays. And inside, in the darkness of the parlour, the stranger, hungry we must suppose, and fearful, hidden in his uncomfortable hot wrappings, pored through his dark glasses upon his paper or chinked his dirty little bottles, and occasionally swore savagely at the boys outside the windows. In the corner by the fireplace lay the fragments of smashed bottles, and a pungent twang of chlorine tainted the air.
About noon he suddenly opened his door and stood glaring fixedly at the three or four people in the bar. “Mrs. Hall,” he said. Somebody went and called for Mrs. Hall.
Mrs. Hall appeared after an interval. Mr. Hall was out. She came holding a little tray with a bill upon it.
“Is it your bill you’re wanting, sir?” she said.
“Why wasn’t my breakfast laid? Why haven’t you prepared my meals and answered my bell? Do you think I live without eating?”
“Why isn’t my bill paid?” said Mrs. Hall. “That’s what I want to know.”
“I told you three days ago I was awaiting a remittance”.
“I told you two days ago I wasn’t going to await any remittances.”
The stranger swore briefly but vividly.
“And I’d thank you kindly, sir, if you’d keep your swearing to yourself, sir,” said Mrs. Hall.