38/57 With a quick movement she bent down, slipped off his collar, which she hid in her dress, then shut him in. She knew that for a moment or two he would still be pursuing his rat, and she saw, with guilty relief, Miss Jones come out to her just as she had finished her evil deed. "They are all away at Liskane Fair." They left the farm and walked down the road. Hamlet had not begun his cry. "Such a nice servant," she said. |