“Poor little Di,” said Silvia; “it’s the only way he has of keeping things away from you all.”
That night I saw to it personally that each and every Polydore was in his little bed. It should have aroused my suspicions that none of them rebelled, or had evinced the slightest degree of interest or curiosity when Beth and Rob announced their intention of going out for the evening.
At ten-thirty the lovers returned, bringing in Pythagoras, who was clad in his pajamas.
“Where did you pick him up?” I asked in astonishment.
“He picked us up,” said Beth.
“He was wise, maybe, in discovering where we were,” said Rob, “but he fell down when he tried to work off the ghost screeches on us. We recognized them at once, and ran him down inside, so our party broke up.”
“Come here, Pythagoras,” I commanded.
He obeyed promptly and fearlessly.
“How did you know they were there, and when did you go over there?”