It is wonderful what a nap will do. In about an hour I awoke very much refreshed.
“Can you walk?” inquired Mona.
“Yes, pretty well,” I said, limping out of the kennel.
“Then creep up-stairs, see if the coast is clear to your room, and if the cat is still on your bed, come back and tell me.”
I did as she requested, though I did not understand why I should do so. Painfully crawling up, and painfully crawling down-stairs, I, at last stood before her, and said that there was no one in the halls. The servants were busy with lunch.
“Then lead the way,” she said.
I gazed at her in surprise, but she made no explanation, and I entered the house.
She followed me. We saw no one till we were opposite the big hall door. Then we heard the click of a latch key, and Mr. Denville threw open the door, and stood before us. He gave Mona a glance of surprise. She rarely came in the house. The good old dog walked up to him, and licked his hand. Then she put her noble, honest head on his arm.
“Oh, you want something, do you?” he said. “Well, go on.”
She did go on, and after a look at me, Mr. Denville followed us.