Or should we take
my motor car?'

'No, it attracts too much attention.'

'Suppose we put a number on my cab, and paint the wheels yellow, like
pirates, you know, when they are disguising a captured ship. It won't do
to look like a private cab.'

'These strike me as judicious precautions, Trevor, and worthy of your
genius. That is, if we are not caught.'

'Oh, we won't be caught,' said Trevor. 'But, in the meantime, let us
find that place you mean to go to on a map of London, and I'll drive you
there now in a dog-cart. It is better to know the lie of the land.'

Logan agreed and they drove to his objective in the afternoon; it was
beyond the border of known West Hammersmith. Trevor reconnoitred and
made judicious notes of short cuts.

On the following day, which was Thursday, Logan had a difficult piece of
diplomacy to execute. He called at the rooms of the clergyman, a
bachelor and a curate, whose dog and person had suffered from the
assaults of Miss Blowser's Siamese favourite. He expected difficulties,
for a good deal of ridicule, including Merton's article, _Christianos ad
Leones_, had been heaped on this martyr. Logan looked forward to finding
him crusty, but, after seeming a little puzzled, the holy man exclaimed,
'Why, you must be Logan of Trinity?'

'The same,' said Logan, who did not remember the face or name (which was
Wilkinson) of his host.

'Why, I shall never forget your running catch under the scoring-box at
Lord's,' exclaimed Mr. Wilkinson, 'I can see it now. It saved the match.
I owe you more than I can say,' he added with deep emotion.

'Then be grateful, and do me a little favour. I want--just for an hour
or two--to borrow your dog,' and he stooped to pat the animal, a
fox-terrier bearing recent and glorious scars.

'Borrow Scout! Why, what can you want with him?'

'I have suffered myself through an infernal wild beast of a cat in Albany
Grove,' said Logan, 'and I have a scheme--it is unchristian I own--of
revenge.'

The curate's eyes glittered vindictively: 'Scout is no match for the
brute,' he said in a tone of manly regret.

'Oh, Scout will be all right. There is not going to be a fight. He is
only needed to--give tone to the affair. You will be able to walk him
safely through Albany Grove after to-morrow.'

'Won't there be a row if you kill the cat? He is what they think a
valuable animal. I never could stand cats myself.'

'The higher vermin,' said Logan. 'But