"I can't tell you much about it myself," said he. "I was wondering if I could, just now on the lawn. That's where it happened, you know."
"I didn't know."
"Well, it was, and the funny thing is that I was there at the time. I used to go out with the dog for a cigarette when they turned in; last night I was foolish enough to fall asleep in a chair on the lawn. I had been playing tennis all the afternoon, and had a long bike-ride both ways. Well, all I know is that I woke up thinking I'd been shot; and there was my aunt with a revolver she insists on carrying—and poor Muggins as dead as a door-nail."
"Did she say it was an accident?"
"She behaved as if it had been; she was all over the poor dead brute."
"Rather a savage dog, wasn't it?"
"I never thought so. But the General had no use for him—and no wonder! Did he tell you he had bitten him in the shoulder?"
"No."
"Well, he did, only the other day. But that's the old General all over. He never told me till the dog was dead. I shouldn't be surprised if——"
"Yes?"