“Oh?” he said. He threw away his cigar and linked an arm within Peggy’s. “I thought he might have come to fetch Musgrave’s dog. That animal seems pretty much at home here.”
“Y-es,” Peggy returned dubiously.
“I wonder if Musgrave would be inclined to sell him. I’ve half a mind to ask him.”
“Oh, please don’t do that!” Peggy said quickly.
“Why not?”
“I think—he wouldn’t like it. He is so fond of the dog.”
Will Chadwick laughed, and since his niece did not express any curiosity as to the cause of his amusement, he did not explain it. But he wondered why, when they changed the colour of Diogenes’ coat, they had not taken the precaution to buy him a new collar. He had been interested that evening in inspecting the collar and reading his own name and address inscribed thereon.