It stopped.
"Come on, Arthur," I ordered impatiently. "Sort them out, will you?"
Laboriously it typed:
!!!
Then, for a time, there was a clacking and thumping as he typed random
letters, peeping out of the suitcase to see what he had typed, until
the sheet I had put in was used up.
I replaced it and waited, as patiently as I could, smoking one of the
last of my cigarettes. After fifteen minutes or so, he had the hang of
it pretty well. He typed: