Lola Brandt had discounted my interest.

Even his performance with the ferocious Persian lacked the diabolical certainty of Lola's handling.

He locked all the other cats up and enticed it out of the cage with a piece of fish.

He guided it with a small whip, as it jumped over gates and through blazing hoops, and he stood tense and concentrated, like a lion-tamer.
The act over, the cat turned and snarled and only jumped into its cage after a smart flick of the whip.

The dwarf did not touch it once with his hands.