and surely. As prickly with faults as a cactus pear; but every year
there are less prickles. We don't stand still or retrogress; we
keep going on and up. Take this town. Think of It to-day and
compare it with the town your father knew. There's the bell. I
imagine that will be Harrison. If we can move this chap will you
go to a hotel for the night?"

"I'm going to stay here, Cutty. That's final."

Cutty sighed.



CHAPTER IX


At the precinct station the squat man gave a name and an address to
the bored sergeant at the desk, passed out a cigar, lit one himself,
expressed some innocuous opinions upon one or two topics of the day,
and walked leisurely out of the precinct. He wanted to laugh. These
pigheads had never thought to question his presence in the backyard
of the house in Seventy-ninth Street. It was the way he had carried
himself. Those years in New York, prior to the war, had not been
wasted. The brass-buttoned fools!

Serenely unconscious that he was at liberty by explicit orders,
because the Department of Justice did not care to trap a werewolf
before ascertaining where the pack was and what the kill, he
proceeded leisurely to the corner, turned, and broke into a run,
which carried him to a drug store in Eightieth Street. Here he was