I was formally presented to Miss Graham in England some time ago.

However, as I saw a car coming along St.Catharine's while your maid was looking for a hack, and there was no time to explain, I scribbled a note on a bit of a letter and gave it to a boy to deliver to Miss Graham, and then I took the cat to a taxidermist." "To a taxidermist! Why ?" "It struck me that he ought to know something about the matter.
Anyway, he was the nearest approach to a vet that I could find." Mrs.Keith looked at him thoughtfully.
"You seem to have a curious way of reasoning.

What did the man say ?" "He promised to engage the services of a dog-fancier friend of his." "You imagined that a dog-fancier would specialize in cats ?" Millicent's eyes twinkled, but Mrs.Keith's face was serious and Blake's perfectly grave.
"I don't know that I argued the matter out.

To tell the truth, I undertook the thing on impulse." "So it seems.

But you haven't told me what became of my hamper." "The hamper was unfortunately smashed.