Making her way to a door of which Hunch was ignorant.

Aunt Agatha opened it and gasped.
Fully clothed, a man whose feet and hands were securely bound, lay muttering upon the bed, his jargon incomprehensibly foreign.
"God deliver us from all Westfalls!" wept Aunt Agatha.

"Carl's kidnapped an immigrant!" With unwavering determination in her round, aggrieved eyes, she swept majestically to the bed and shook the sleeper severely.
"My good man," she demanded, "what do you mean by lying here on a lace spread with your feet tied and your head scarred ?" Jokai of Vienna stirred and moaned.

Aunt Agatha fumbled for her smelling salts and administered a most heroic draft.

Sputtering, Jokai awoke from his restless stupor and stared.
From the room adjoining came again the dull, choking rasp of Hunch's heavy slumber.