The wild ball was about to slip from his albeit strong grasp when the postman came to his aid, and together they wrestled it into the chest and slammed it shut.

Somewhat breathless, Djura grabbed his cane and used it to get himself to his feet; but he was still frowning down at the chest, which was shaking angrily.

In a low voice, the Baron voiced his theory. "Until evidenced otherwise, I think it is safe to assume this was a hateful prank performed by some wizard who disapproves of normal people living in Irvingly."