Lord Bertie, meanwhile, having reached the smoking-room, where he proposed to brood over the situation with the assistance of a series of cigarettes, found Keggs there, arranging the morning papers on a side-table. He flung himself into an arm-chair, and, with a scowl at the butler's back, struck a match.
An image should appear at this position in the text. To use the entire page scan as a placeholder, edit this page and replace "{{missing image}}" with "{{raw image|The Strand Magazine (Volume 40).djvu/196}}". Otherwise, if you are able to provide the image then please do so. For guidance, see Wikisource:Image guidelines and Help:Adding images. |  |
"He sprang to his feet."
"I 'ope your lordship is suffering no ill effects from the adventure?" said Keggs, finishing the disposal of the papers.
"What?" said Lord Bertie, coldly. He disliked Keggs.
"I was alluding to your lordship's encounter with the dog Reuben this morning."
Lord Bertie started.
"What do you mean?"
"I observed that your lordship 'ad climbed a tree to elude the animal."
"You saw it?"
Keggs bowed.
"Then why the devil, you silly old idiot," demanded his lordship explosively, "didn't you come and take the brute away?"
It had been the practice in the old days, both of Lord Bertie and of his father, to address the butler in moments of agitation with a certain aristocratic vigour.
"I 'ardly liked to interfere, your lordship, beyond informing Mr. Barton. The animal being 'is."
Lord Bertie flung his cigarette out of the window, and kicked a foot-stool. Keggs regarded these evidences of an overwrought soul sympathetically.
"I can appreciate your lordship's hemotion," he said, "knowin' 'ow haverse to dogs your lordship 'as always been. It seems only yesterday," he continued, reminiscently, "that your lordship, then a boy at Heton, 'ome for the 'olidays, handed me a package of Rough on Rats, and instructed me to poison 'er ladyship your mother's toy Pomeranian with it."
Lord Bertie started for the second time since he had entered the room. He screwed his eyeglass firmly into his eye, and looked keenly at the butler. Keggs's face was expressionless. Lord Bertie coughed. He looked round at the door. It was closed.
"You didn't do it," he said.
"The 'onorarium which your lordship offered," said the butler, deprecatingly, "was only six postage-stamps and a 'arf share in a white rat. I did not consider it hadequate
