"Oh, all right," says I; and I got up and went out with him.
He was standing in his little hall when I come out, and he has our Boston dog, Peanut, tied to a chair leg there with a piece of rope. Peanut barked joyful at me, thinking I was going to take him outdoors maybe.
"Hexcuse me, sir," says William, right sad, "but this little dog is a hobject of my suspicion, sir."
"What's that?" says I. "What do you suspect him of—embeazlement, maybe?"
William he stoops down then and unties something that Peanut has fastened in his collar. It was a envelope. It didn't have no name on it.
"This is the third one Hi found on 'im," says William. "Hi 'ave the other two in my desk. Hi don't know, sir, for whom they may be hintended, sir."
"Well, who sent 'em? Is anybody going to blow up our place unlessen we put twelve thousand dollars under a stone on the front sidewalk?"
"That's what Hi wish to hinquire, sir. Hi became alarmed," says William. "Hi thought Hi'd awsk you about it, sir, Mr. Wright not being at 'ome."
"Why didn't you awsk Miss Wright?" says I.
"Hi didn't wish to alarm her, possibly."