I barked twice. “Yes, sir,” that meant, “I certainly do.”
“Riverside Drive smell?” asked master.
I looked disappointed, and turned my head away.
“Smell of Ellen’s home?” pursued master.
No, this child had never been near Ellen, so I said nothing.
“No up-town suggestion,” said master. “Down town, then?”
I was tremendously excited. I was leading him on. I barked wildly, and danced about the room.
“Getting warmer,” said master, who was becoming excited too. “Now, where have we been down town together? In my office, Boy?”
No, no, he was on the wrong track, and my face fell.
“No office clue,” he went on. “French café, then—perhaps a waiter’s child.”