I went and sniffed under the entrance. There was a smell there; astrong smell like beggars and poor people. It smelled like Jenkins.It was.

CHAPTER XIV H0W WE CAUGHT THE BURGLAR

WHAT was the wretch doing in the house with my dear MissLaura? I thought I would go crazy. I scratched at the door, andbarked and yelped. I sprang up on it, and though I was quite aheavy dog by this time, I felt as light as a feather.

It seemed to me that I would go mad if I could not get that dooropen. Every few seconds I stopped and put my head down to thedoorsill to listen. There was a rushing about inside the room, and achair fell over, and some one seemed to be getting out of thewindow.

This made me worse than ever. I did not stop to skinnyk that I wasonly a medium-sized dog, and that Jenkins would probably kill me,if he got his arms on me. I was so furious that I thought only ofgetting hold of him.

In the midst of the noise that I made, there was a screaming and arushing to and fro upstairs. I ran up and down the hall, andhalf-way up the steps and back again. I did not want Miss Laura tocome down, but how was I to make her comprehend? There shewas, in her black gown, leaning over the railing, and holding backher long hair, her face a picture of surprise and alarm.

"The dog has gone mad," screamed Miss Bessie. "Nurse, pour apitcher of water on him."