Shure, it's my own house, and I have a right to do it." "Pietro," said the padrone, with sudden thought, "he may escape from the front door.

Go round and watch it." By his sign Bridget guessed what he said, though it was spoken in Italian.
"He won't run away," she said.

"I'll tell you where he is, if you want to know." "Where ?" asked the padrone, eagerly.
"He's upstairs, thin." The padrone would not be restrained any longer.

He made a rush forward, and, pushing Mrs.McGuire aside, sprang up the stairs.

He would have found greater difficulty in doing this, but Bridget, knowing her husband was upstairs, made little resistance, and contented herself, after the padrone had passed, with intercepting Pietro, and clutching him vigorously by the hair, to his great discomfort, screaming "Murther!" at the top of her lungs.
The padrone heard the cry, but in his impetuosity he did not heed it.