Fifeson went on from better to best, and now he is chauffeur for a millionaire, and we dogs often see him driving about in a smart maroon livery, and with a smile of smug respectability on his weasel face. I hear he has just married a very respectable Norwegian girl. I don’t believe he told her his past. The millionaire’s dog told Gringo that if any woman could keep a man straight, it would be that light-haired Norwegian Anna.
Women seem to have a great deal of influence over men. I suppose if all the women in the world were good, there would be no bad men.
I heard mistress talking to master about his hurried trip that night, and she was gently trying to find out what it had all been about.
“I can’t tell you names, dearest,” he said. “It might cost a man his life. I will merely say that a man whom I began to help, and who was taken hold of by Bonstone later, did him a good turn, and saved him some money.”
“Everybody seems to be half good and half bad,” said Mrs. Granton with a puzzled face.
“Every one,” said master emphatically, “and it goes to prove that we should all go through life with an infinite pity for every one, including ourselves.”
CHAPTER XXI
MASTER CARTY’S BOTTLE
Now I must hark back to Master Carty.