Allsmilesvanishedfromtheofficestaff，evenJimmy’sfaceassumedaseriousaspect。Mr。Batespushedbackhischair。”A-po-pologise！”hesputtered。”Getoutofthisoffice，d’yehear？””Bequick！”saidCameron，hishandsgrippingMr。Bates’desktillitshook。”Jimmy！Callapoliceman！”criedMr。Bates，risingfromhischair。
Hewastooslow。Cameronreachedswiftlyforhiscollar，andwithonefiercewrenchsweptMr。Batesclearoverthetopofhisdesk，shookhimtillhisheadwobbleddangerously，andflunghimcrashingacrossthedeskandupontheprostrateformofthelankyyouthsittingbehindit。”Callapoliceman！Callapoliceman！”shoutedMr。Bates，whowasstrugglingmeantimewiththelankyyouthtoregainanuprightposition。
Cameron，meanwhile，walkedquietlytowherehiscoatandcaphung。”Holdhim，somebody！Holdhim！”shoutedMr。Bates，hurryingtowardshim。
Cameronturnedfiercelyuponhim。”Didyouwantme，Sir？”heinquired。
Mr。Batesarrestedhimselfwithsuchviolencethathisfeetslidfromunderhim，andoncemorehecamesittinguponthefloor。”Getup！”saidCameron，”andlistentome！”