CHAPTER FIVEI’m not quite sure now what woke me up. I thought as I waked that it was Sheila scratching at the door wanting to get out. But I knew it wasn’t when I sat up in bed and heard her tail wag on the floor under the foot of the bed where she sleeps. I spoke to her, then I sat quite still, listening. The illuminated clock on the table said ten minutes past three. Sheila growled, gave a deep throaty bark and shambled over to the window. She stood there with her feet up on the sill, growling uneasily.
I put on my dressing gown and slipped out of bed. Sheila’s head was thrust forward, her tail straight and stiff. I went over to the window and pulled her down. A pale quarter-moon was high in the clear sky. All signs of thunder and rain were gone. Sheila growled uneasily and retired to t
