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The other guests felt uneasy . `` Who could possibly guess whose room will be ransacked next ? '' said one lady , to another who sat beside her at breakfast , to which the other replied : `` A few more happenings of this kind , and I 'll pack my trunks , and leave for a place where I can , at least , expect law and order . '' The guests of the hotel found it an interesting theme for conversation , and talked of it morning , noon and night , until old Mr. Pendleton , the invalid , became so tired of hearing about it that his patience at last gave way . `` What a fuss ! What a nuisance of a fuss ! I declare .