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t was only the cuckoo…clock； which now； having cleared its throat as was its custom before striking； proceeded to cuck eleven times in rapid succession before subsiding with another rattle： but to Sam it sounded like the end of the world。
He sat in the darkness； massaging his bruised skull。 His hours of imprisonment in the cupboard had had a bad effect on his nervous system； and he vacillated between tears of weakness and a militant desire to get at the cuckoo…clock with a hatchet。 He felt that it had done it on purpose and was now chuckling to itself in fancied security。 For quite a minute he raged silently； and any cuckoo…clock which had strayed within his reach would have had a bad time of it。 Then his attention was diverted。
So concentrated was Sam on his private vendetta with the clock that no ordinary happening would have had the power to distract him。 What occurred now was by no means ordinary； and it distracted him like an electric shock。 As he sat on the floor； passing a tender hand over the egg…shaped bump which had already begun to manifest itself beneath his hair； something cold and wet touched his face； and paralysed him so pletely both physically and mentally that he did not move a muscle but just congealed where he sat into a solid block of ice。 He felt vaguely that this was the end。 His heart stopped beating and he simply could not imagine it ever starting again； and； if your heart refuses to beat； what hope is there for you？
At this moment something heavy and solid struck him squarely in the chest； rolling him over。 Something gurgled asthmatically in the darkness。 Something began to lick his eyes； ears； and chin in a sort of ecstasy： and； clutching out； he found his arms full of totally unexpected bulldog。 〃Get out！〃 whispered Sam tensely； recovering his faculties with a jerk。 〃Go away！〃
Smith took the opportunity of his lips having opened to lick the roof of his mouth。 Smith's attitude in the matter was that providence in its all…seeing wisdom had sent him a human being at a moment when he had reluctantly been pelled to reconcile himself to a total absence of such indispensable adjuncts to a good time； and that now the revels might mence。 He had just trotted downstairs in rather a disconsolate frame of mind after waiting with no result in front of Webster's bedroom door； and it was a real treat to him to meet a man； especially one seated in such a jolly and sociable manner on the floor。 He weled Sam like a long…lost friend。
Between Smith and the humans who provided him with dog…biscuits and occasionally with sweet cakes there had always existed a state of misunderstanding which no words could remove。 The position of the humans was quite clear。 They had elected Smith to his present position on a straight watch…dog ticket。 They expected him to be one of those dogs who rouse the house and save the spoons。 They looked to him to pin burglars by the leg and hold on till the police arrived。 Smith simply could not grasp such an attitude of mind。 He regarded Windles not as a private house but as a social club； and was utterly unable to see any difference between the human beings he knew and the strangers who dropped in for a late chat after the place was locked up。 He had no intention of biting Sam。 The idea never entered his head。 At the present moment what he felt about Sam was that he was one of the best fellows he had ever met and that he loved him like a brother。
Sam； in his unnerved state； could not bring himself to share these amiable sentiments。 He was thinking bitterly that Webster might have had the intelligence to warn him of bulldogs on the premises。 It was just the sort of woollen…headed thing fellows did； forgetting facts like that。 He scrambled stiffly to his feet and tried to pierce the darkness that hemmed him in。 He ignored Smith； who snuffled sportively about his ankles； and made for the slightly less black oblong which he took to be the door leading into the hall。 He moved warily； but not warily enough to prevent him cannoning into and almost upsetting a small table with a vase on it。 The table rocked and the vase jumped； and the first bit of luck that had e to Sam that night was when he reached out at a venture and caught it just as it was about to bound on to the carpet。
He stood there； shaking。 The narrowness of the escape turned him cold。 If he had been an instant later； there would have been a crash loud enough to wake a dozen sleeping houses。 This sort of thing could not go on。 He must have light。 It might be a risk： there might be a chance of somebody upstairs seeing it and ing down to investigate： but it was a risk that must be taken。 He declined to go on stumbling about in this darkness any longer。 He groped his way with infinite care to the door； on the wall adjoining which； he presumed； the electric…light switch would be。
It was nearly ten years since he had last been inside Windles； and it never occurred to him that in this progressive age even a woman like his aunt Adeline； of whom he could believe almost anything； would still be using candles and oil…lamps as a means of illumination。 His only doubt was whether the switch was where it was in most houses； near the door。
It is odd to reflect that； as his searching fingers touched the knob； a delicious feeling of relief came to Samuel Marlowe。 This misguided young man actually felt at that moment that his troubles were over。 He positively smiled as he placed a thumb on the knob and shoved。
He shoved strongly and sharply； and instantaneously there leaped at him out of the darkness a blare of music which appeared to his disordered mind quite solid。 It seemed to wrap itself round him。 It was all over the place。 In a single instant the world had bee one vast bellow of Tosti's 〃Goodbye。〃
How long he stood there； frozen； he did not know： nor can one say how long he would have stood there had nothing further e to invite his notice elsewhere。 But； suddenly； drowning even the impromptu concert； there came from somewhere upstairs the roar of a gun； and； when he heard that； Sam's rigid limbs relaxed and a violent activity descended upon him。 He bounded out into the hall； looking to right and to left for a hiding…place。 One of the suits of armour which had been familiar to him in his boyhood loomed up in front of him； and with the sight came the recollection of how； when a mere child on his first visit to Windles； playing hide and seek with his cousin Eustace； he had concealed himself inside this very suit and had not only baffled Eustace through a long summer evening but had wound up by almost scaring him into a decline by booing at him through the vizor of the helmet。 Happy days； happy days！ He leaped at the suit of armour。 The helmet was a tight fit； but he managed to get his head into it at last； and the body of the thing was quite roomy。
〃Thank heaven！〃 said Sam。
He was not fortable； but fort just then was not his primary need。
Smith； the bulldog； well satisfied with the way things had happened； sat down； wheezing slightly； to await developments。
4
He had not long to wait。 In a few minutes the hall had filled up nicely。 There was Mr。 Mortimer in his shirt…sleeves； Mr。 Bennett in his pyjamas and a dres