While they were doing all that, the club's Governors had a hurry-call meeting.

And for once the Board was unanimous about something.

It was unanimous--in expelling Rhuburger from the club.

Then we--By the way, where's Laddie?
Curled up by Lady's grave, as usual, I suppose?
Poor old dog!" "No," denied the Mistress.

"He's asleep in his 'cave' under the piano.
He went there, of his own accord.