As it is, I think we can go on teaching our young Pomeranian not to be so high-spirited." He chuckled again.
He walked on briskly; and on the way to Little Deeping, he drew from Erebus the full story of their poaching.

When they reached the village he did not go to his own house, but stopped at the garden gate of Mr.
Tupping, the lawyer who had sold his practise at Rowington and had retired to Little Deeping.

At his gate Mr.Carrington bade Erebus good afternoon and told her to tell the Terror not to thrust himself on the notice of any of Mr.D'Arcy Rosenheimer's keepers who might be sent out to hunt for the real culprit.

He would better keep quiet.
Erebus mounted her bicycle and rode quickly home.

She found the Terror in the cats' home, awaiting her impatiently.
"Well, did Wiggins get away all right ?" he cried.