He had taken interested note of the little garage's two cars and of the unlocked garage doors.
He had taken less approving note of the three guardian collies: Lad, still magnificent and formidable, in spite of his weight of years;--Bruce, gloriously beautiful and stately and aloof;--young Wolf, with the fire and fierce agility of a tiger-cat.

All three had watched him, grimly.

None had offered the slightest move to make friends with the smooth-spoken visitor.

Dogs have a queerly occult sixth sense, sometimes, in regard to those who mean ill to their masters.
This morning, idling along the highroad, a furlong from the Place's stone gateway, Dugan had seen the Mistress and the Master drive past in the smaller of the two cars.

He had seen Lad with them.