Hampton, who has just had a very good dinner, I
don't suppose food will appeal to it very strongly," said Clovis.
"Leonard," beseeched Mrs. Hoops tearfully, "even if this is none of your
doing can't you use your great powers to turn this dreadful beast into
something harmless before it bites us all--a rabbit or something?"
"I don't suppose Colonel Hampton would care to have his wife turned into
a succession of fancy animals as though we were playing a round game with
her," interposed Clovis.
"I absolutely forbid it," thundered the Colonel.
"Most wolves that I've had anything to do with have been inordinately
fond of sugar," said Lord Pabham; "if you like I'll try the effect on
this one."
He took a piece of sugar from the saucer of his coffee cup and flung it
to the expectant Louisa, who snapped it in mid-air. There was a sigh of
relief from the company; a wolf that ate sugar when it might at the least
have been employed in tearing macaws to pieces had already shed some of
its terrors. The sigh deepened to a gasp of thanks-giving when Lord
Pabham decoyed the animal out of the room by a pretended largesse of
further sugar. There was an instant rush to the vacated conservatory.
There was no trace of Mrs. Hampton except the plate containing the
macaws' supper.
"The door is locked on the inside!" exclaimed Clovis, who had deftly
turned the key as he affected to test it.
Everyone turned towards Bilsiter.
"If you haven't turned my wife into a wolf," said Colonel Hampton, "will
you kindly explain where she has disappeared to, since she obviously
could not have gone through a locked door? I will not press you for an
explanation of how a North American timber-wolf suddenly appeared in the
conservatory, but I think I have some right to inquire what has become of
Mrs.
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