The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

Instantly, as it seemed to Uncle Andrew, the Queen towered up to an even greater height.
Fire flashed from her eyes: she flung out her arm with the same gesture and the same
horrible-sounding words that had lately turned the palacegates of Charn to dust. But
nothing happened except that Aunt Letty, thinking that those horrible words were meant
to be ordinary English, said:
"I thought as much. The woman is drunk. Drunk! She can't even speak clearly."
It must have been a terrible moment for the Witch when she suddenly realized that her
power of turning people into dust, which had been quite real in her own world, was not
going to work in ours. But she did not lose her nerve even for a second. Without wasting
a thought on her disappointment, she lunged forward, caught Aunt Letty round the neck
and the knees, raised her high above her head as if she had been no heavier than a doll,
and threw her across the room. While Aunt Letty was still hurtling through the air, the
housemaid (who was having a beautifully exciting morning) put her head in at the door
and said, "If you please, sir, the 'ansom's come."
"Lead on, Slave," said the Witch to Uncle Andrew. He began muttering something about
"regrettable violence must really protest", but at a single glance from Jadis he became
speechless. She drove him out of the room and out of the house; and Digory came
running down the stairs just in time to see the front door close behind them.
"Jiminy!" he said. "She's loose in London. And with Uncle Andrew. I wonder what on
earth is going to happen now."
"Oh, Master Digory," said the housemaid (who was really having a wonderful day), "I
think Miss Ketterley's hurt herself somehow." So they both rushed into the drawing-room
to find out what had happened.
If Aunt Letty had fallen on bare boards or even on the carpet, I suppose all her bones
would have been broken: but by great good luck she had fallen on the mattress. Aunt
Letty was a very tough old lady: aunts often were in those days. After she had had some
sal volatile and sat still for a few minutes, she said there was nothing the matter with her
except a few bruises. Very soon she was taking charge of the situation.
"Sarah," she said to the housemaid (who had never had such a day before), "go around to
the police station at once and tell them there is a dangerous lunatic at large. I will take
Mrs Kirke's lunch up myself." Mrs Kirke was, of course, Digory's mother.
When Mother's lunch had been seen to, Digory and Aunt Letty had their own. After that
he did some hard thinking.
The problem was how to get the Witch back to her own world, or at any rate out of ours,
as soon as possible. Whatever happened, she must not be allowed to go rampaging about
the house. Mother must not see her.