“Oh, yes. I saw one this morning, sir,” replied the groom.
“Indeed?” said Kennedy. “Do you suppose you could catch a couple for me?”
“Guess I could, sir—alive, you mean?”
“Oh, yes, alive—I don't want you to violate the game laws. This is the closed season, isn't it?”
“Yes, sir, but then it's all right, sir, here on the estate.”
“Bring them to me this afternoon, or—no, keep them here in the stable in a cage and let me know when you have them. If anybody asks you about them, say they belong to Mr. Tom.”
Craig handed a small treasury note to the groom, who took it with a grin and touched his hat.
“Thanks,” he said. “I'll let you know when I have the bunnies.”
As we walked slowly back from the stables we caught sight of Tom down at the boat-house just putting off in the motor-boat with his uncle and cousin. Craig waved to him, and he walked up to meet us.
“While you're in Saranac,” said Craig, “buy me a dozen or so test-tubes. Only, don't let anyone here at the house know you are buying them. They might ask questions.”