I reached down and got my walking-shoes, then sat up in bed and listened, in order to exactly locate the noise.

But I couldn't do it; it was as unlocatable as a cricket's noise; and where one thinks that that is, is always the very place where it isn't.

So I presently hurled a shoe at random, and with a vicious vigor.

It struck the wall over Harris's head and fell down on him; I had not imagined I could throw so far.

It woke Harris, and I was glad of it until I found he was not angry; then I was sorry.