I hope they had time to get around in that other
direction and close in. That was what he sent the chauffeur back
to see about, to make sure that they were placed by the man who is
the trainer of the pack."
"What kind of dogs are they?"
"Some Airedales, but mostly Belgian sheep dogs. There is one in
the pack, Cherry, who has a wonderful reputation. A great deal
depends, now, on our dog-detectives."
"But," I objected, "what good will they be? Our men are in an
automobile."
"We thought of that," replied Garrick confidently. "Here they are,
at last," he cried, as a car swung up the lane from the road and
stopped with a rush under our window. He leaned out and shouted,
"Dillon--up here--quick!"
It was Dillon and his chauffeur, Jim. A moment later there was a
tremendous shifting and pulling of heavy pieces of furniture in
the hall, and, as the door swung open, the honest face of the
commissioner appeared, inquiring anxiously if we were all right.
"Yes, all right," assured Garrick.
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