"If you're speaking of Lad," blazed the Master, "he's——"
"Here are the flashlights," interposed the Mistress. "Let me open that door for you. I understand the bolt."
Out into the dark they went, all but colliding with McGillicuddy. The Scot, awakened like the rest, had gone to the paddock. He had now come back to report the paddock empty and all the sheep gone.
"It's the collie tike!" sputtered McGillicuddy. "I'll tak' oath to it. I ken it's him. I suspeecioned him a' long, from how he garred at oor sheep the day. He——"
"I said so!" roared the Wall Street Farmer. "The murderous brute! First, he tries to kill Morty. And now he slaughters my sheep. You——"
The Master started to speak. But a white little hand, in the darkness, was laid gently across his mouth.
"You told me he always slep
