ease, he devoted his limping solely to the well leg. And as soon
as the Master took the bandage from that, Bruce ceased to limp at
all.

Meanwhile, a lawyer, whose name sounded as though it had been
culled from a Rhine Wine list, had begun suit, in Dr. Halding's
name, against the Mistress, as a "contributory cause" of his
client's accident. The suit never came to trial. It was dropped,
indeed, with much haste. Not from any change of heart on the
plaintiff's behalf; but because, at that juncture, Dr. Halding
chanced to be arrested and interned as a dangerous Enemy Alien.
Our country had recently declared war on Germany; and the belated
spy-hunt was up.

During the Federal officers' search of the doctor's house, for
treasonable documents (of which they found an ample supply), they
came upon his laboratory. No fewer than five dogs, in varying
stages of hideous torture, were found strapped to tables or
hanging to wall-hooks. The vivisector bewailed, loudly and
gutturally, this cruel interruption to his researches in
Science's behalf.

One day, two months after the accident, Bruce stood on all four
feet once more, with no vestige left of scars or of lameness. And
then, for the first time, a steady change that had been so slow
as to escape any one's notice dawned upon the Mistress and the
Master. It struck them both at the same moment. And they stared
dully at their pet.

The shapeless, bumptious, foolish Pest of two months ago had