to th' discussion iv th' case iv Dorsey's dog. Watson, look out
iv th' window an' see if that's a cab goin' by ringin' a gong. A
throlley car? So much th' betther. Me observation tol' me it was
not a balloon or a comet or a reindeer. Ye ar-re a gr-reat help
to me, Watson. Pass th' dope. Was there a dog on th' car? No?
That simplifies th' thing. I had an idee th' dog might have gone
to wurruk. He was a bull-tarryer, ye say. D'ye know annything
about his parents? Be Mulligan's Sloppy Weather out iv O'Hannigan's
Diana iv th' Slough? Iv coorse. Was ayether iv thim seen in th'
neighborhood th' night iv th' plant? No? Thin it is not, as manny
might suppose, a case iv abduction. What were th' habits iv
Dorsey's coyote? Was he a dog that dhrank? Did he go out iv nights?
Was he payin' anny particular attintions to anny iv th' neighbors?
Was he baffled in love? Ar-re his accounts sthraight? Had Dorsey
said annything to him that wud 've made him despondent? Ye say no.
He led a dog's life but seemed to be happy. Thin 'tis plainly not
a case iv suicide.

"I'm gettin' up close to th' criminals. Another shot iv th' mad
mixture. Wait till I can find a place in th' ar-rm. There ye
ar-re. Well, Watson, what d'ye make iv it?"

"If ye mane me, Dugan stole th' dog."

"Not so fast," said Mr. Dooley. "Like all men iv small minds ye
make ye'ers up readily. Th' smaller th' mind, th' aisier 'tis
made up. Ye'ers is like a blanket on th' flure befure th' fire.
All ye have to do to make it up is to lave it. Mine is like a
large double bed, an' afther I've been tossin' in it, 'tis no aisy
job to make it up. I will puncture me tire with th' fav'rite