That morning, Allen was awakened by a loud banging on the door.
The knocking, no, the pounding on the door, came from downstairs, at the tavern's front door, which was repeatedly pounded so hard that it would disturb anyone who heard it, especially for Allen who had a sharper sense than anyone else.
"Mr. Rodion! Mr. Rodion! Anybody! Is anyone inside?!" he shouted. It was like a little boy's voice.
At first Allen ignored it, just lying there looking at the sky from his bedroom window. But the noise continued for two minutes.
"MR. RODION! ARE YOU IN THERE?! HEEEY! ANYONE!!!"
'Are Master and Susan not in the tavern today?' Allen thought.
Since the boy hadn't left and kept pounding the door, Allen decided to come out of his room and tell him that no one was home.
'I have to cover my head.'
Allen's hair was back to normal, so he had to wear something to hide it. He put on a white cloth to cover all his hair.
