Jon Hagadorn

"'The lad isn't human,' grumbled Jimmy Thessiger.

"'Probably thought he heard the telephone in the distance and rolled over and went to sleep again,' suggested Helen, or possibly Nancy.'

"'It seems to be very remarkable,' said Rupert Bateman seriously.

"'I think he ought to see a doctor about it.'

"'Some disease of the eardrums,' suggested Bill, hopefully.

"'Well, if you ask me,' said Socks, "'I think he's just spoofiness.

"'Of course they woke him up.

"'But he's just going to do us down by pretending that he didn't hear anything.'

everyone looked at Socks with respect and admiration.

That's an idea, said Bill.

He's subtle, that's what it is, said Socks.

You'll see.

He'll be extra late for breakfast this morning, just to show us.

And since the clock now pointed to some minutes past twelve, the general opinion was that Socks' theory was a correct one.

Only Ronnie Devereaux demurred.

You forget, I was outside the door when the first one went off.

Whatever old Jerry decided to do later, the first one must have surprised him.

He'd have let out something about it.

"'Where did you put it, Pongo?'

"'On a little table close to his ear,' said Pongo Bateman.