_P.S.--He shall always sleep on mine._ As I was addressing the envelope, the butler entered the hall. I gave him the letter, and he promised to see that it was dispatched that day. A knowledge of Bertram's household suggested this precaution. * * * * * As I had told Miss Childe, on the following day I returned to Town. It was the last Monday but one before Christmas, and Jonah's birthday. To do the latter honour, we were to dine all together at Claridge's and go on to an entertainment, presented in a house in which smoking was permitted, and of such a nature that you gained rather than lost by arriving late. I reached home with sufficient time only to bathe and dress, and it was not until we were half-way through dinner that I learned that my letter to Miss Childe had borne immediate fruit. "By the way," said Daphne suddenly; "did the servants give you that message from Josephine Childe?" I shook my head. "It was down on the telephone block, but I suppose you were too hurried to look at that. 'Miss Childe's compliments, and Nobby will be round this evening.'" Hardly I suppressed an exclamation. "We're all mad to know what it means. Berry scents an intrigue and says it's a cipher." "Worse," said I. "It's a dog." "A dog?" cried Daphne and Jill together. "A dog. You know. A small quadruped. Something like a cat, only with hair." "I know," said Berry excitedly. "I know. I've seen pictures of them." "Fools. Both of you," said my sister. "What's she giving you a dog for?" I explained the nature of the transaction. "I have every reason to believe," I concluded, "that he will become one of us." The others exchanged meaning looks. "Is he any particular breed?" said Berry. "Or just a pot-pourri?" I braced myself with a draught of champagne before replying. Then-- "He's a Sealyham," I said. Uprose a damnatory chorus. "I do hereby protest," said Berry. "A barbarous breed, notorious for its unprovoked ferocity. Peaceable possession of our tenement will be unknown. Ingress and egress will be denied us. Substantial compensation will be an everyday affair. Any more for the Pasteur Institute?" "Rot," said I. "You're jealous." "They've awfully uncertain tempers," said Daphne. "Maisie Dukedom had one, and it went down and bit a new cook, who'd just come, before she'd got her things off. They had to give her five pounds, put her up at an hotel for the night, and pay her fare back to Bristol. And she had wonderful references." "Instinct," said I. "The dog saw through her. They ought to have been grateful." "Truth is," said Jonah, "they're a bit too sporting for London." "Look here," said I, consulting my watch. "At the present moment the poor little dog is probably fretting his soul out in the servants' hall. So we'll have to keep him to-night. If he's the ravening beast you say he is, he shall be fired to-morrow. If not, I shall stick to him. That's fair enough, isn't it?"