"Why, I knew The Trellis House from garret to cellar before you were born, young man." In the hall Timmy gave a queer, side-long look at his companion.

"Do you think we'd better take Flick ?" he asked doubtfully, "Mrs.Crofton doesn't like dogs." "Oh, yes, she does," Radmore spoke carelessly.

"Flick was bred by Colonel Crofton.

I think she'll be very pleased to see him." Timmy would have hotly resented being called cruel, and to animals he was most humane, yet somehow he had enjoyed Mrs.Crofton's terror the other night, and he was not unwilling to see a repetition of it.

And so the three set out--Timmy, Radmore, and Flick.