Emotion choked her words.
“I know it sounds foolish to ask a detective to look for a dog,” she said with a poor attempt at a smile, “but—”
“In the deteckative line nothing sounds foolish,” said Mr. Gubb with politeness.
“But Uncle Haddon told me once that if ever I needed a—a detective I should come to you,” the young woman continued. “You knew Uncle Haddon, Mr. Gubb?”
“I had the pleasure of being known to and knowing of him,” said Mr. Gubb.
“My name is Dolly O’Hara! I am his niece.”
“Glad to make your acquaintance, ma’am,” said Philo Gubb, and he shook hands gravely.
“He gave me my dog,” said Miss O’Hara. “He gave him to me when the dog was just a puppy, and he called him Waffles. He used to joke about my loving the dog more than I loved him. He used to say—”
Miss O’Hara wiped her eyes. For a moment she could not speak.