"He knows everything I do," asserted the Policeman, "and everything she does—" Here he jerked his head sidewise at Jane.
She retreated, an expression of guilt on that front face.
"And everything you do," he went on, indicating Gwendolyn.
"I know that," she said in an injured tone. "He told Jane I was here."
At that, the Policeman gave himself a quick half-turn. "You've seen him?" he demanded of the nurse.
She shifted from side to side nervously. "It ain't the same one," she protested. "It—"
He interrupted. "You couldn't be mistaken," he declared. "Did he have a bumpy forehead? and a lumpy tail?"
"You don't mean a lump of salt," said Gwendolyn, astonished.
"He does," said the little old gentleman. "And the bumpy forehead is from having to remember so many things."
She heaved a sigh of relief. "Well, I think I'd like that Bird," she said. "And I don't believe he's far. 'Cause when you whistled I heard flying."