theft, but perhaps of the wrongous detention or imprisonment of Rangoon.
'But,' he said, 'the Habeas Corpus Act has no clause about cats, and in
Scottish law, which is good enough for _me_, there is no property in
cats. You can't, legally, _steal_ them.'

'How do you know?' asked Merton.

'I took the opinion of an eminent sheriff substitute.'

'What is that?'

'Oh, a fearfully swagger legal official: _you_ have nothing like it.'

'Rum country, Scotland,' said Merton.

'Rum country, England,' said Logan, indignantly. '_You_ have no property
in corpses.'

Merton was silenced.

Neither could foresee how momentous, to each of them, the question of
property in corpses was to prove. _O pectora caeca_!

* * * * *

Miss Blowser is now Mrs. Potter. She married her aged wooer, and Rangoon
still wins prizes at the Crystal Palace.