I got in by the window easily enough , and found myself in a bedroom the like of which for disorder and dust and general awfulness I had never seen in all my life . But I did not pause to take in details . With William Adolphus under my arm I marched downstairs , fervently hoping I should meet no one on the way . I did not . The hall below was empty and dusty . I opened the first door I came to and walked boldly in . A man was sitting by the window , looking moodily out . I should have known him for Alexander Abraham anywhere . He had just the same uncared-for , ragged appearance that the house had ; and yet , like the house , it seemed that he would not be bad looking if he were trimmed up a little . His hair looked as if it had never been combed , and his whiskers were wild in the extreme . He looked at me with blank amazement in his countenance . `` Where is Jimmy Spencer ? '' I demanded . `` I have come to see him . '' `` How did he ever let you in ? '' asked the man , staring at me . `` He did n't let me in , '' I retorted . `` He chased me all over the lawn , and I only saved myself from being torn piecemeal by scrambling up a tree . You ought to be prosecuted for keeping such a dog ! Where is Jimmy ? ''
Instead of answering Alexander XXXXX began to laugh in a most unpleasant fashion .
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