“Out on the roof.”
“You miserable little sneak thief, there is not a cat in the house, and surely there couldn’t be one on the roof.”
At that moment the mew of a cat was distinctly heard right by the window, and the next instant the spitting, snarling meows of two cats was heard.
The man gazed in amazement.
“I was up doing you a service,” said Ike, “how could you have slept with those cats there all night?”
“Where do you live?”
“Up the street. One of them is my cat.”
Even while the man was speaking the spitting and meowing of the cats was heard, and then there came a crash. It was evident that some one in an adjoining room had hurled a pitcher or washbowl, or some other piece of china at the night prowlers.
“Hang it,” said the man, “you may be telling the truth.”
The next instant the bark of a dog was heard right by the window, and then a series of screeches and snarls.