“I—I don’t know how to,” faltered Leonard, who looked more scared and horrified than anyone. “What!” shouted Colonel Hampton, “you’ve taken the abominable liberty of turning my wife into a wolf, and now you stand there calmly and say you can’t turn her back again!” To do strict justice to Leonard, calmness was not a distinguishing feature of his attitude at the moment. “I assure you I didn’t turn Mrs. Hampton into a wolf; nothing was farther from my intentions,” he protested. “Then where is she, and how came that animal into the conservatory?” demanded the Colonel. “Of course we must accept your assurance that you didn’t turn Mrs. Hampton into a wolf,” said Clovis politely, “but you will agree that appearances are against you.” “Are we to have all these recriminations with that beast standing there ready to tear us to pieces?” wailed Mavis indignantly. “Lord Pabham, you know a good deal about wild beasts—” suggested Colonel Hampton. “The wild beasts that I have been accustomed to,” said Lord Pabham, “have come with proper credentials from well-known dealers, or have been bred in my own menagerie. I’ve never before been confronted with an animal that walks unconcernedly out of an azalea bush, leaving a charming and popular hostess unaccounted for. As far as one can judge from _outward_ characteristics,” he continued, “it has the appearance of a well-grown female of the North American timber-wolf, a variety of the common species _canis lupus_.” “Oh, never mind its Latin name,” screamed Mavis, as the beast came a step or two further into the room; “can’t you entice it away with food, and shut it up where it can’t do any harm?” “If it is really Mrs. Hampton, who has just had a very good dinner, I don’t suppose food will appeal to it very strongly,” said Clovis. “Leonard,” beseeched Mrs. Hoops tearfully, “even if this is none of your doing can’t you use your great powers to turn this dreadful beast into something harmless before it bites us all—a rabbit or something?” “I don’t suppose Colonel Hampton would care to have his wife turned into a succession of fancy animals as though we were playing a round game with her,” interposed Clovis. “I absolutely forbid it,” thundered the Colonel. “Most wolves that I’ve had anything to do with have been inordinately fond of sugar,” said Lord Pabham; “if you like I’ll try the effect on this one.” He took a piece of sugar from the saucer of his coffee cup and flung it to the expectant Louisa, who snapped it in mid-air. There was a sigh of relief from the company; a wolf that ate sugar when it might at the least have been employed in tearing macaws to pieces had already shed some of its terrors. The sigh deepened to a gasp of thanks-giving when Lord Pabham decoyed the animal out of the room by a pretended largesse of further sugar. There was an instant rush to the vacated conservatory. There was no trace of Mrs. Hampton except the plate containing the macaws’ supper.