A couple of newspapers were caught up and whirled around, a torrent of rain beat in.

Mr.Dunster rapidly closed the window and rang the bell.

The guard came in after a moment or two.
His clothes were shiny from the wet; raindrops hung from his beard.
"What is the matter ?" Mr.Dunster demanded.

"Why are we waiting here ?" "There's a block on the line somewhere," the man replied.

"Can't tell where exactly.