Hunch, glowering fiercely, was returning from a futile chase.

With a resentful flash of brutality he towered suddenly above her and began to curse.

Aunt Agatha, bristling, sat up.
"Don't you dare speak to me like that after breathing vulgar liquor fumes all over my niece's house and tying up that nice foreign gentleman," she quavered weakly.

"Don't you dare! I live in this house, young man, and Carl will see to it that I'm protected.

He always has.