CHAPTER IV.--THAT CURSED DOG, LAROSE
For a long moment they stood staring at each other and then the bearded man burst out fiercely, "How the devil did you get here?"
"I came in my car," began Larose, "and----"
"I know that," shouted the man, "I can see, can't I, and that's your car outside. But how did you unlock the padlock on the gate?"
"I didn't unlock it," said Larose meekly. "The staples were quite loose in the woodwork, and I just lifted the gate off the post. I am going to replace it as I go back."
"But who are you?"
"My name is Curtis, sir, and I travel for Macgregor's Scotch whisky. I also represent the Bollinger champagne. I am really on a holiday, but I am looking out for business at the same time. I had lost my way and, this fog coming on and seeing your house in the dis
