For the first time he felt fear, and he glanced round at the man in the rows above him, wondering if the latter had seen what had taken place.
A few moments of apprehension and then he felt assured the man had noticed nothing. It was true the man was no longer reading his newspaper and that his hat being pulled down low upon his forehead and the big dark glasses he was wearing prevented the expression upon his face being seen. Still, leaning back in his seat as he was, his attitude was not a strained one, and did not for a moment suggest that he was surprised about anything.
No, the Canon felt quite safe, but all the same he thought it advisable to furtively kick the remains of the mangled kitten as far away from him as possible, and a few minutes later move to quite a different part of
