Nor, in his cold-blooded way, had he ever betrayed his hatred of Jerry.
Not even the several old women, the two acolytes, and the fly-flapping maid in Agno's house dreamed that the devil devil doctor hated Jerry.

Nor did Jerry dream it.

To him Agno was a neutral sort of person, a person who did not count.

Those of the household Jerry recognized as slaves or servants to Agno, and he knew when they fed him that the food he ate proceeded from Agno and was Agno's food.

Save himself, taboo protected, all of them feared Agno, and his house was truly a house of fear in which could bloom no love for a stray puppy dog.