SHUT

on it in big letters.  Li Koo held the foot of the ladder.  Mr. Twist had only remembered the imminence of four o’clock and the German inrush a few minutes before the hour, because of his being so happy; and when he did he flew to charcoal and paper.  He got the strip on only just in time.  A car drove up as he came down the ladder.

“What?” exclaimed the principal male occupant of the car, pointing, thwarted and astonished, to the sign.

“Shut,” said Mr. Twist.

“Shut?”

“Shut.”