“She only came in on Tuesday. She is an excellent nurse and will be a help to us. But really, Sir Harry, I do not quite see what this has to do with my p***y. He was as faithful as a dog and far more intelligent. It’s a shocking thing if men are to be allowed to shoot dumb animals and nothing is to be said.”
Her voice rose a little and she clasped her hands, signs which did not escape her host.
“How old was he?” he asked kindly.
“Five—I had him from a kitten and he was one of those cats that prefer people to places. Never did I have to butter his paws. Wherever I went was home to him. And that’s what makes it so hard. Your keeper is, I am afraid, answerable for the death of that poor dumb beast.”
“Margett had no business to let any of your patients have a gun,” said Sir Harry, “and I h
