chain.

He barked at the waves exultingly and licked the secretary's hand.

"What a beautiful dog," said the passengers.

The disguise was absolutely complete.

The Great Detective had been coated over with mucilage to which dog
hairs had been applied. The markings on his back were perfect.
His tail, adjusted with an automatic coupler, moved up and down
responsive to every thought. His deep eyes were full of
intelligence.

Next day he was exhibited in the Dachshund class at the
International show.

He won all hearts.

_"Quel beau chien!"_ cried the French people.

_"Ach! was ein Dog!"_ cried the Spanish.

The Great Detective took the first prize!

The fortune of the Countess was saved.

Unfortunately as the Great Detective had neglected to pay the dog
tax, he was caught and destroyed by the dog-catchers. But that is,
of course, quite outside of the present narrative, and is only