7/35 "So help me gracious, I have a wiper in the bag, an' I'll drop it on your 'ead if you don't hook it." "But I want a dog," I cried. "Now stand clear, for when I say 'three,' down goes the wiper." "Mr.Sherlock Holmes--" I began, but the words had a most magical effect, for the window instantly slammed down, and within a minute the door was unbarred and open. Mr.Sherman was a lanky, lean old man, with stooping shoulders, a stringy neck, and blue-tinted glasses. "Step in, sir. Ah, naughty, naughty, would you take a nip at the gentleman ?" This to a stoat which thrust its wicked head and red eyes between the bars of its cage. |