slammed the door and lockedit

There was an inward rush on the enemy's part, but Mike had beenwatching. He grabbed Spiller by the shoulders and ran him back againstthe advancing crowd. For a moment the doorway was blocked, then theweight and impetus of Mike and Spiller prevailed, the enemy gave back,and Mike, stepping into the room again, slammed the door and lockedit. 　　"A neat piece of work," said Psmith approvingly, adjusting his tie atthe looking-glass. "The preliminaries may now be considered over, thefirst shot has been fired. The dogs of war are now loose."A heavy body crashed against the door. 　　"They'll have it down," said Jellicoe. 　　"We must act, Comrade Jackson! Might I trouble you just to turn thatkey quietly, and the handle, and then to stand by for the nextattack."There was a scrambling of feet in the passage outside, and then arepetition of the onslaught on the door. This time, however, the door,instead of resisting, swung open, and the human battering-ramstaggered through into the study. Mike, turning after re-locking thedoor, was just in time to see Psmith, with a display of energy ofwhich one would not have believed him capable, grip the invaderscientifically by an arm and a leg. 　　Mike jumped to help, but it was needless; the captive was alreadyon the window-sill. As Mike arrived, Psmith dropped him on to theflower-bed below. 　　Psmith closed the window gently and turned to Jellicoe. "Who was ourguest?" he asked, dusting the knees of his trousers where they hadpressed against the wall. 　　"Robinson. I say, you _are_ a chap!""Robinson, was it? Well, we are always glad to see Comrade Robinson,always. I wonder if anybody else is thinking of calling?"Apparently frontal attack had been abandoned. Whisperings could beheard in the corridor. 　　Somebody hammered on the door. 　　"Yes?" called Psmith patiently. 　　"You'd better come out, you know; you'll only get it hotter if youdon't.""Leave us, Spiller; we would be alone."A bell rang in the distance. 　　"Tea," said Jellicoe; "we shall have to go now.""They won't do anything till after tea, I shouldn't think," said Mike. 　　"There's no harm in going out."The passage was empty when they opened the door; the call to food wasevidently a thing not to be treated lightly by the enemy. 　　In the dining-room the beleaguered garrison were the object of generalattention. Everybody turned to look at them as they came in. It wasplain that the study episode had been a topic of conversation.