"I suppose it was only cats all the time," he observed, with apparent
unconcern. "But at first I made sure there were no burglars in the
house."

"And I suppose," suggested Deede Dawson. "You think one burglar's
enough in a household."

"I don't mean to have any one else mucking around," growled Dunn
in answer.

"Very admirable sentiments," said Deede Dawson and asked several
more questions that showed he still entertained some suspicion of
Dunn, and was not altogether satisfied that his appearance in the
garden was quite innocent, or that the noise heard there was due
solely to cats.

Dunn answered as best he could, and Deede Dawson listened and smiled,
and smiled again, and watched him from eyes that did not smile at
all.

"Oh, well," Deede Dawson said at last, with a yawn. "Anyhow, it's
all right now. You had better get along back to bed, and I'll lock
up." He accompanied Dunn into the hall and watched him ascend the
stairs, and as Dunn went slowly up them he felt by no means sure
that soon a bullet would not come questing after him, searching for
heart or brain.

For he was sure that Deede Dawson still suspected him, and he knew
Deede Dawson to be very sudden and swift in action. But nothing