Miss Cummings was now almost hysterical.
“It’s worse than a mouse,” muttered Zada.
“Much worse,” sobbed the afflicted one.
“Did you get it, Cologne?” asked Dorothy.
“No, that was a sachet bag. I thought I had it though,” Cologne answered.
“Here!” yelled Tavia, as she held out, on the palm of her hand, the pretty little red lizard.
“You may bring it back to the aquarium,” said Miss Cummings calmly, as the three girls tried to hook up her waist.
CHAPTER XXVI
A SCRAP OF PAPER
“Tavia!” pleaded Dorothy, “Do tell me about that letter father has written—” she hesitated, “there is grave danger of a great loss to him. Tell me all you know about it.”