CHAPTER SEVEN WHAT HAPPENED AT THE FRONT DOOR (第2/2页)

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Before Digory had recovered his breath a good many other things began to happen．A second hansom dashed up close behind the first：out of it there jumped a fat man in a frock-coat and a policeman．Then came a third hansom with two more policemen in it．After it，came about twenty people（mostly errand boys） on bicycles，all ringing their bells and letting out cheers and cat-calls．Last of all came a crowd of people on foot：all very hot with running，but obviously enjoying themselves．Windows shot up in all the houses of that street and a housemaid or a butler appeared at every front door．They wanted to see the fun．

Meanwhile an old gentleman had begun to struggle shakily out of the ruins of the first hansom．Several people rushed forward to help him；but as one pulled him one way and another another， perhaps he would have got out quite as quickly on his own．Digory guessed that the old gentleman must be Uncle Andrew but you couldn’t see his face；his tall hat had been bashed down over it．

Digory rushed out and joined the crowd．

“That’s the woman，that’s the woman，”cried the fat man， pointing at Jadis．“Do your duty，Constable．Hundreds and thousands of pounds’ worth she’s taken out of my shop．Look at that rope of pearls round her neck．That’s mine．And she’s given me a black eye too，what’s more．”

“That she as，guv’nor，”said one of the crowd．“And as lovely a black eye as I’d wish to see．Beautiful bit of work that must’ave been．Gor ！ ain’t she strong then ！”

“You ought to put a nice raw beefsteak on it，Mister，that’s what it wants，”said a butcher’s boy．

“Now then，”said the most important of the policemen，“what’s all this ere ？”

“I tell you she-”began the fat man，when someone else called out：

“Don’t let the old cove in the cab get away．‘E put ’er up to it．”

The old gentleman，who was certainly Uncle Andrew，had just succeeded in standing up and was rubbing his bruises．“Now then，”said the policeman，turning to him，“What’s all this ？”

“Womfle-pomfy-shomf，”came Uncle Andrew’s voice from inside the hat．

“None of that now，”said the policeman sternly．“You’ll find this is no laughing matter．Take that，at off，see ？”

This was more easily said than done．But after Uncle Andrew had struggled in vain with the hat for some time，two other policemen seized it by the brim and forced it off．

“Thank you，thank you，”said Uncle Andrew in a faint voice． “Thank you．Dear me，I’m terribly shaken．If someone could give me a small glass of brandy-”

“Now you attend to me，if you please，”said the policeman， taking out a very large note book and a very small pencil．“Are you in charge of that there young woman ？”

“Look out ！”called several voices，and the policeman jumped a step backwards just in time．The horse had aimed a kick at him which would probably have killed him．Then the Witch wheeled the horse round so that she faced the crowd and its hind-legs were on the footpath．She had a long，bright knife in her hand and had been busily cutting the horse free from the wreck of the hansom．

All this time Digory had been trying to get into a position from which he could touch the Witch．This wasn’t at all easy because， on the side nearest to him，there were too many people．And in order to get round to the other side he had to pass between the horse’s hoofs and the railings of the“area”that surrounded the house；for the Ketterleys’ house had a basement．If you know anything about horses，and especially if you had seen what a state that horse was in at the moment，you will realize that this was a ticklish thing to do．Digory knew lots about horses，but he set his teeth and got ready to make a dash for it as soon as he saw a favourable moment．

A red-faced man in a bowler hat had now shouldered his way to the front of the crowd．

“Hi ！ P’leeceman，”he said，“that’s my orse what she’s sitting on，same as it’s my cab what she’s made matchwood of．”

“One at a time，please，one at a time，”said the policeman．

“But there ain’t no time，”said the Cabby．“I know that ‘orse better’n you do．’Tain’t an ordinary ‘orse．’Is father was a hofficer’s charger in the cavalry，‘e was．And if the young woman goes on hexcitin’ ’im，there’ll be murder done．Ere，let me get at him．”

The policeman was only to glad to have a good reason for standing further away from the horse．The Cabby took a step nearer，looked up at Jadis，and said in a not unkindly voice：

“Now，Missie，let me get at ‘is ’ead，and just you get off． You’re a Lidy，and you don’t want all these roughs going for you， do you ？ You want to go ‘ome and’ave a nice cup of tea and a lay down quiet like；then you’ll feel ever so much better．”At the same time he stretched out his hand towards the horse’s head with the words，“Steady，Strawberry，old boy．Steady now．”

Then for the first time the Witch spoke．

“Dog ！”came her cold，clear voice，ringing loud above all the other noises．“Dog，unhand our royal charger．We are the Empress Jadis．”