Mr. Mansfield Rushton had already left for the city, but Mrs. Rushton and Uncle Aaron came hurrying up the stairs. The former was in a flurry of excitement, which increased materially when she looked into Uncle Aaron’s room and saw the awful wreck that had been made of it.
“Oh, whatever in the world has happened now?” she gasped.
As for Aaron, he could hardly speak at all. He was speechless with rage, as he picked up his clothes and handled them gingerly.
“Spoiled, utterly spoiled,” he spluttered. Then, he caught sight of Bunk in one corner of the hall.
“It’s that confounded cat,” he shouted, as he made a kick at him that missed him by a hair. “He got tangled up in the fly paper and carried it all over the room.”
But just then he saw the bit of meat that had tempted the unwary Bunk. He picked it up and looked hard at it.
“Um-hum,” he muttered, and the steely look came into his eyes.
He turned sharply on Fred.
“Where’s Teddy?” he asked.
“He doesn’t seem to be around here anywhere,” replied Fred. “I’ll see if I can find him downstairs.”