Murder? That made matters clear! There was only one person against whom Thomas bore such hot ill-will. "It's the King's English," she panted.
"It's the King's English," agreed the Policeman, tick-tocking in rapid tempo.
She reached again to tug gently at a ragged sleeve. "Do you know him?" she asked.
The round black eyes of the little old gentleman shone proudly down at her. "All nice people are well acquainted with the King's English," he declared—which statement she had often heard in the nursery. Now, however, it embarrassed her, for she was compelled to admit to herself that she was not acquainted with the King's English—and he a personage of such consequence!
The Piper hurried alongside, all his pipes rattling. "Just where are we goin', anyhow?" he asked petulantly.
"We're going to the Bear's Den," informed the Man-Who-Makes-Faces.
"And here's the Zoo now," announced the Policeman.
It was unmistakably the Zoo. Gwendolyn recognized the main entrance. For above it, in monster letters formed by electric lights, was a sign, bulbous and blinding—
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"So this is the Gate you meant!" she called to the Policeman.