He would have gone on loving her, just
the same,--and workin' twenty-four hours a day for her, Sundays
and holidays included. A dog don't care who he belongs to, Court,
but he's mighty darned particular about who belongs to him."
"I can't understand why he never seemed to like me," mused Courtney.
"Well, maybe," began Charlie soberly, "--maybe, after all, he DID
sort of know that he was Davy Strong's dog."
II
For three days Windomville talked of nothing but the "dog murders."
The Sun came out on Thursday with a long and graphic account of
the mysterious affairs of Monday night, including the views and
theories of well-known citizens. It also took occasion to "lambast"
Constable Foss with great severity. The Constable, being a Republican,
(and not a subscriber to the Sun), was described as about the most
incompetent official Windomville had ever known, and that it would
have been quite possible for the miscreant or miscreants to have
poisoned every dog in town, in broad daylight, accompanied by a
brass band, without Bill ever "getting onto it."
It goes without saying that everybody in town was stimulated to
prodigious activity by the reward offered by Miss Crown. Notices
were stuck up in the postoffice and on all the telephone poles. A
great many embarrassing incidents resulted, and three fist-fights
of considerable violence occurred,--for the gentlemen accused of
the crimes took drastic and specific means of establishing complete
and satisfactory alibis.
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