Adventure stories; Mystery fiction; Short stories, English; Supernatural -- Fiction
I returned to the hall-way and stood there deep in thought, when the
contact of a rough tongue with my hand drew my attention to a young
Airedale terrier who was anxious to make my acquaintance. I patted his
head encouragingly, and, having reviewed the notes made during my tour
of inspection, determined to repeat the tour in order to check them.
The Airedale accompanied me, behaving himself with admirable propriety
as we passed around the house and then out through the kitchens into
the garden. It was not until my journey led me back to the three steps,
communicating with the new wing, that my companion seemed disposed to
desert me.
At first I ascribed his attitude to mere canine caprice. But when
he persistently refused to be encouraged, I began to ascribe it to
something else.
Suddenly grasping him by the collar, I dragged him up the steps, along
the corridor, and into the Major's study. The result was extraordinary.
I think I have never seen a dog in quite the same condition; he
whimpered and whined most piteously. At the door he struggled furiously,
and even tried to snap at my hand. Then, as I still kept a firm grip
upon him, he set out upon a series of howls which must have been audible
for miles around. Finally I released him, having first closed the study
door, and lowered the window. What followed was really amazing.
The Airedale hurled himself upon the closed door, scratching at it
furiously, with intermittent howling; then, crouching down, he turned
his eyes upon me with a look in them, not savage, but truly piteous.
Seeing that I did not move, the dog began to whimper again; when,
suddenly making up his mind, as it seemed, he bounded across the room
and went crashing through the glass of the closed window into the rose
bushes, leaving me standing looking after him in blank wonderment.
III
Aubrey Wales stayed to dinner, and since he had no opportunity of
dressing, his presence afforded a welcome excuse for the other members
of the party. The night was appallingly hot; the temperature being such
as to preclude the slightest exertion. The Major was an excellent host,
but I could see that the presence of the younger man irritated him, and
at times the conversation grew strained; there was an uncomfortable
tension. So that altogether I was not sorry when Mrs. Dale left the
table and the quartet was broken up. On closer acquaintance I perceived
that Wales was even younger than I had supposed, and therefore I was the
more inclined to condone his infatuation for the society of Mrs. Dale,
although I felt less sympathetically disposed toward her for offering
him the encouragement which rather openly she did.
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