“Any more to say?” demanded Mr. Grummit advancing upon her.

Mrs. Grummit emitted a genuine shriek, and Mr. Grummit, suddenly remembering himself, stopped short and attacked the bed with extraordinary fury.  The room resounded with the blows, and the efforts of Mrs. Grummit were a revelation even to her husband.

[Illustration:  “Mr. Grummit, suddenly remembering himself, stopped short and attacked the bed with extraordinary fury.”]

“I can hear ’im moving,” whispered Mr. Grummit, pausing to take breath.

“Mur—­der!” wailed his wife.  “Help!  Help!”

Mr. Grummit, changing the stick into his left hand, renewed the attack; Mrs. Grummit, whose voice was becoming exhausted, sought a temporary relief in moans.

“Is—­he——­deaf?” panted the wife-beater, “or wot?”

He knocked over a chair, and Mrs. Grummit contrived another frenzied scream.  A loud knocking sounded on the wall.

“Hel—­lp!” moaned Mrs. Grummit.

“Halloa, there!” came the voice of the constable.  “Why don’t you keep that baby quiet?  We can’t get a wink of sleep.”

Mr. Grummit dropped the stick on the bed and turned a dazed face to his wife.

“He—­he’s afraid—­to come in,” he gasped.  “Keep it up, old gal.”

He took up the stick again and Mrs. Grummit did her best, but the heart had gone out of the thing, and he was about to give up the task as hopeless when the door below was heard to open with a bang.

“Here he is,” cried the jubilant Grummit.  “Now!”

His wife responded, and at the same moment the bedroom door was flung open, and her brother, who had been hastily fetched by the neighbours on the other side, burst into the room and with one hearty blow sent Mr. Grummit sprawling.

“Hit my sister, will you?” he roared, as the astounded Mr. Grummit rose.  “Take that!”

Mr. Grummit took it, and several other favours, while his wife, tugging at her brother, endeavoured to explain.  It was not, however, until Mr. Grummit claimed the usual sanctuary of the defeated by refusing to rise that she could make herself heard.

“Joke?” repeated her brother, incredulously.  “Joke?”

Mrs. Grummit in a husky voice explained.

Her brother passed from incredulity to amazement and from amazement to mirth.  He sat down gurgling, and the indignant face of the injured Grummit only added to his distress.

“Best joke I ever heard in my life,” he said, wiping his eyes.  “Don’t look at me like that, Bob; I can’t bear it.”

“Get off ’ome,” responded Mr. Grummit, glowering at him.

“There’s a crowd outside, and half the doors in the place open,” said the other.  “Well, it’s a good job there’s no harm done.  So long.”

He passed, beaming, down the stairs, and Mr. Grummit, drawing near the window, heard him explaining in a broken voice to the neighbours outside.  Strong men patted him on the back and urged him gruffly to say what he had to say and laugh afterwards.  Mr. Grummit turned from the window, and in a slow and stately fashion prepared to retire for the night.  Even the sudden and startling disappearance of Mrs. Grummit as she got into bed failed to move him.