"
Mrs. Kerry was sewing by the fire in the dining room when her
son came in with the news, his blue eyes sparkling excitedly.
She nodded her head slowly.
"Ye'll want ye'r Burberry and ye'r thick boots," she declared, "a
muffler, too, and ye'r oldest cap. I think it's madness for ye
to go out on such a night, but----"
"Father said I could," protested the boy.
"He says so, and ye shall go, but I think it madness a' the
same."
However, some ten minutes later young Kerry set out, keenly
resenting the woollen muffler which he had been compelled to
wear, and secretly determined to remove it before mounting the
tram. Across one arm he carried the glistening overall which was
the Chief Inspector's constant companion on wet nights abroad.
The fog had turned denser, and ten paces from the door of the
house took him out of sight of the light streaming from the
hallway.
Mary Kerry well knew her husband's theories about coddling boys,
but even so could not entirely reconcile herself to the present
expedition. However, closing the door, she returned
philosophically to her sewing, reflecting that little harm could
come to Dan after all, for he was strong, healthy, and
intelligent.
On went the boy through the mist, whistling merrily.
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