'Now what's he doing there,' it says, 'and close to our door too?
I can't go in while he's hanging about.

He's sure to see and recognise me; and he's just the sort of man to talk to the servants.' "It hides itself behind a post and waits, peeping cautiously round the corner from time to time.

The policeman, however, seems to have taken up his residence at that particular spot, and the cat becomes worried and excited.
"'What's the matter with the fool ?' it mutters indignantly; 'is he dead?
Why don't he move on, he's always telling other people to.

Stupid ass.' "Just then a far-off cry of 'milk' is heard, and the cat starts up in an agony of alarm.

'Great Scott, hark at that! Why, everybody will be down before I get in.