Quiet and private. For he was the only tenant
now on the top floor. His pleased, lazy eyes roved over the plain
severity but solid comfort of his bedroom, and on past the open door to
take in appreciatively the equally comfortable and masculine living
room.... Pretty nice! That leather-upholstered couch and armchair had
been a real bargain, and he liked them all the better for being rather
scuffed and shabby. Then his eyes halted upon a covered cage, swung from
a pedestal....
"Poor old Cap'n!... Must be wondering when the devil I'm going to get
up!" and he swung out of bed, lounged sleepily into the small living
room and whisked the square of black silk from the cage.
The parrot, formerly the property of murdered old Mrs. Hogarth of the
Rhodes House, but for the past year the young detective's official
"Watson," ruffled his feathers, poked his green-and-yellow head between
the bars of his cage and croaked hoarsely: "Hullo! Hullo!"
"Hullo, yourself, my dear Watson!" Dundee retorted. "Your vacation is
over, old top! It's back on the job for you and me both!... Which
reminds me that I ought to be taking a squint at the Sunday papers, to
see how much Captain Strawn thought fit to tell the press."
He found _The Hamilton Morning News_ in the hall just outside his living
room door.
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