"I am awfully sorry, Peggy," her uncle said, putting an arm through hers as they went in to lunch together, "about Diogenes. I know you will miss him a lot. But your aunt was so upset there was nothing else for it. He had to be got rid of." "He had to be got rid of," echoed Peggy, and lifted a pair of reproachful eyes to his face. "You might have thought of a kinder way out," she said. "You could quite easily have found him a home, and have got rid of him that way. Poor Diogenes!" "I wish I had," he said. "But Ruby worried me. There wasn't time to think... Well, his troubles are over now, poor brute!" Whereat Peggy involuntarily smiled. Diogenes' troubles, like John Musgrave's, were, she realised, only just beginning. CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE. The troubles of Mr Musgrave as the owner of a bull-dog began forthwith and multiplied exceedingly. Diogenes was driven into Rushleigh that afternoon in the car, and subsequently, to his secret disgust, returned disguised as a brindle, which disguise he diligently sought to remove with so much success that the journeys to Rushleigh became periodic, and Diogenes underwent chameleon-like changes in the intervals. A large dog-kennel and brand-new chain were purchased, and, save when Mr Musgrave took Diogenes for the daily run, and Peggy, availing herself of his permission, slipped in through the tradesmen's entrance and released her excited pet, Diogenes spent his days in complaining inactivity, with ample time in which to reflect upon his misdeeds. The arrival of Diogenes affected some change in Mr Musgrave's household. Eliza promptly gave notice. She would, she informed the surprised master of the establishment, as soon remain in a place with an elephant. Martha, who would have suffered elephants and other undesirable pets rather than quit Mr Musgrave's service, sought to propitiate Diogenes, and, being a disciple of the famous explorer who phrased the axiom that the stomach governs the world, she carried bones and other delicacies to Diogenes' kennel, to the detriment of his figure, and so won his affections that after Peggy, whom he adored, and Mr Musgrave, to whom he became speedily attached, Martha ranked as his very good friend. The chauffeur had his doubts about Diogenes, and he nursed darker doubts in regard to his employer. To take a white bull-dog into Rushleigh and fetch home a brindle that was constantly changing its coat occurred to King is a highly suspicious circumstance. "There'll be a police case over that dog," he remarked to Martha. "You mark my words. I've known similar cases and they've always been found out. The governor's asking for trouble."