Myra’s face clouded, “I was forgetting him,” she said. “There’s nothing to discuss. I’m going to see him.”
“Now, don’t be in too great a rush,” I said. “The first thing to do is to get hold of Juden. He’ll have details. Then we can decide what to do. We’ll get packed up and go to Mexico City as quickly as we can. We ought to get there by to-night. Then we can talk things over with him, make plans and see what it’s all about.”
“Sam and I are coining,” Ansell said firmly. “Don’t you get any ideas about stopping us.”
I looked questioningly at Myra. She shrugged. “Oh, well,” she said, “I suppose they’d better.”
Just then the verandah door pushed open, and Whisky came in. “Mexico City?” he growled.
“I haven’t been there since I was a pup. I’ll come along too.”
I shook my head. “Listen,” I said firmly. “I’m not interested in your puppy life. We haven’t room for you and none of us like dogs. If you want to go to Mexico City you make your own arrangements.”
Ansell was staring at the dog in delight. “My goodness! He’s worth a fortune. Of course, he must come with us,” he said.
Whisky eyed him suspiciously. “If you’ve got any ideas of exploiting me,” he snapped, “forget them I’m against any form of sweatshop labour. I’m coming with you because I’m tired of the other dogs in this town. A change will do me good.”
“He talks like a real gentleman, doesn’t he?” Bogle said in awe.