While Jim was bringing Tartar,--who lived in a tub, and must therefore, Mr.
Lenox said, be called in future Diogenes,--Mr. Amos reminded them how much
more likely one is to get good watch-work from a dog who is not of the
highest breeding than from a prize-winner. "As I often say," he added, "you
can have too much blood; that you can. Too much blood. It's the only fault
of many of my dogs."

Diogenes now stood before them, looking by no means overburdened with blood
and extremely ready for a new home.

Mr. Lenox asked why Mr. Amos thought he was a good watch-dog.

"Think!" said Mr. Amos. "I don't think; I know. If Mr. Bateman was here and
you were to hit him, that dog would kill you. No thinking twice, mark you.
He'd just kill you."

"I hope," said Mr. Lenox, "I shall never meet Mr. Bateman in his presence.
Suppose I were to fall against him accidentally --how perfectly ghastly!"

"No fear of that," said Mr. Amos.

"He's very well, then," said Mr. Lenox, "we must get on, Gregory. We have
still that other address."

"Two pounds ten," said Mr. Amos.

"Oh, no," said Mr. Lenox; "much too dear. Come along, Gregory."

"I'll tell you what I'll do," said Mr. Amos, "though it will be the end of