“And nobody has been?”
“Nobody, sir.”
“Grannie, you hear what Gustavus says.”
“But, Hennessey, he is here; I saw him.”
“Where?”
“By the door. I heard someone, and I thought it was you. I came to the door after calling you, and there he stood, all dirty and wet, with a huge hat on his head” (the saturnine little clergyman was largely blessed with brain), “and a most awful murderous expression on his face.”
The Prophet began to suspect that his dear relative, upset by the tragic events of the dinner table, had gone to sleep and had the nightmare.
“Grannie, it must have been a dream.”
“No, Hennessey, no.”
“It must indeed. I left Mr. Sagittarius at Zoological House. I feel certain of that.”