“He has come back. He is here. He has been trying to break into my room.”
“What ratcatcher?”
“The one that dined to-night—the one you called your old and—and valued—friend.”
“Mr. Sagittarius?” exclaimed the Prophet.
“He is here.”
“Here!”
“I have seen him. He has tried to murder me.”
“I will look into this at once,” said the Prophet.
He ran to the head of the stairs and called out,—
“Gustavus!”