Chapter 24
Francis, in that pleasant half-hour before dinner which he spent
in Margaret’s sitting-room, told her of the dogs’ home near Wardour
Street. She listened sympathetically to his description of the
place.
“I had never heard of it,” she acknowledged, “but I am not in
anyway surprised. My father spends at least an hour of every day,
when he is down at Hatch End, amongst the horses, and every time a
fresh crock is brought down, he is as interested as though it were
a new toy.”
“It is a remarkable trait in a very remarkable character,”
Francis commented.
“I could tell you many things that would surprise you,” Margaret
continued. “One night, for instance, when we were staying at The
Sanctuary, he and I were going out to dine with some neighbours and
he heard a cat mewing
