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ure and of the primitive small safe in the living room wall； with its pitifully pickable lock；the safe wherein the Place's few bits of valuable jewelry and other compact treasures reposed at night。
Lad was tempted to follow the creeping body and the fascinatingly swinging bag indoors。 But his one effort to enter the house；with muddy paws；by way of an open window； had been rebuked by the Lawgivers。 He had been led to understand that really well…bred little dogs come in by way of the door； and then only on permission。
So he waited； doubtfully； at the veranda edge； in the hope that his new friend might reappear or that the Master might perhaps want to show off his pup to the caller； as so often the Master was wont to do。
Head cocked to one side； tulip ears alert； Laddie stood listening。 To the keenest human ears the thief's soft progress across the wide living room to the wall…safe would have been all but inaudible。 But Lad could follow every phase of it； the cautious skirting of each chair； the hesitant pause as a bit of ancient furniture creaked； the halt in front of the safe； the queer grinding noise； muffled but persevering； at the lock； then the faint creak of the swinging iron door； and the deft groping of fingers。
Soon； the man started back toward the pale oblong of gloom which marked the window's outlines from the surrounding black。 Lad's tail began to wag again。 Apparently； this eccentric person was coming out； after all； to keep him company。 Now； the man was kneeling on the window…seat。 Now； in gingerly fashion； he reached forward and set the small bag down on the veranda； before negotiating the climb across the broad seat；a climb that might well call for the use of both his hands。
Lad was entranced。 Here was a game he understood。 Thus； more than once； had the Mistress tossed out to him his flannel doll； as he had stood in pathetic invitation on the porch； looking in at her as she read or talked。 She had laughed at his wild tossings and other maltreatments of the limp doll。 He had felt he was scoring a real hit。 And this hit he decided to repeat。
Snatching up the swollen little satchel； almost before it left the intruder's hand； Lad shook it； joyously； reveling in the faint clink and jingle of the contents。 He backed playfully away； the bag…handle swinging in his jaws。 Crouching low； he wagged his tail in ardent invitation to the stranger to chase him and get back the satchel。 Thus did the Master romp with Lad； when the flannel doll was the prize of their game。 And Lad loved such races。
Yes； the stranger was accepting the invitation。 The moment he had crawled out on the veranda he reached down for the bag。 As it was not where he thought he had left it； he swung his groping hand forward in a half…circle； his fingers sweeping the floor。
Make that enticing motion； directly in front of a playful collie pup； specially if he has something he doesn't want you to take from him；and watch the effect。
Instantly； Lad was athrill with the spirit of the game。 In one scurrying backward jump； he was off the veranda and on the lawn； tail vibrating； eyes dancing； satchel held tantalizingly towards its would…be possessor。
The light sound of his body touching ground reached the man。 Reasoning that the sweep of his own arm had somehow knocked the bag off the porch； he ventured off the edge of the veranda and flashed a swathed ray of his pocket light along the ground in search of it。
The flashlight's lens was cleverly muffled； in a way to give forth but a single subdued finger of illumination。 That one brief glimmer was enough to show the thief a right impossible sight。 The glow struck answering lights from the polished sides of the brown bag。 The bag was hanging in air； some six inches above the grass and perhaps five feet away from him。 Then he saw it swig frivolously to one side and vanish in the night。
The astonished man had seen more。 Feeble was the flashlight's shrouded ray； too feeble to outline against the night the small dark body behind the shining brown bag。 But that same ray caught and reflected back to the incredulous beholder two splashes of pale fire；glints from a pair of deep…set collie…eyes。
As the bag disappeared； the eerie fire…points were gone。 The thief all but dropped his flashlight。 He gaped in nervous dread； and sought vainly to account for the witch…work he had witnessed。 He had plenty of nerve。 He had plenty of experience along his chosen line of endeavor。 But； while a crook may control his nerve； he cannot make it phlegmatic or steady。 Always； he must be conscious of holding it in check； as a clever driver checks and steadies and keeps in subjection a plunging horse。 Let the vigilance slacken； and there is a runaway。
Now this particular marauder had long ago keyed his nerve to the chance of interruption from some gun…brandishing householder； and to the possible pursuit of police； and to the need of fighting or of fleeing。 But all his preparations had not taken into account this newest emergency。 He had not steeled himself to watch unmoved the gliding away of a treasure…satchel； apparently moving of its own will； nor the shimmer of two greenish sparks in the air just above it。 And； for an instant； the man had to battle against a craven desire to bolt。
Lad； meanwhile； was having a beautiful time。 Sincerely； he appreciated the playful grab his nocturnal friend had made in his general direction。 Lad had countered this； by frisking away for another five or six feet； and then wheeling about to face once more his playfellow and to await the next move in the blithe gambol。 The pup could see tolerably well； in the darkness quite well enough to play the game his guest had devised。 And of course； he had no way of knowing that the man could not see equally well。
Shaking off his momentary terror； the thief once more pressed the button of his flashlight； swinging the torch in a swift semicircle and extinguishing it at once； lest the dim glow be seen by any wakeful member of the family。
That one quick sweep revealed to his gaze the shiny brown bag a half…dozen feet ahead of him； still swinging several inches above ground。 He flung himself forward at it； refusing to believe he also saw that queer double glow of pale light just above。 He dived for the satchel with the speed and the accuracy of a football tackle。 And that was all the good it did him。
Perhaps there is something in nature more agile and dismayingly elusive than a romping young collie。 But that 〃something〃 is not a mortal man。 As the thief sprang； Lad sprang in unison with him； darting to the left and a yard or so backward。 He came to an expectant standstill once more； his tail wildly vibrating； his entire furry body tingling with the glad excitement of the game。 This sportive visitor of his was a veritable godsend。 If only he could be coaxed into coming to play with him every night！
But presently he noted that the other seemed to have wearied of the game。 After plunging through the air and landing on all fours with his grasping hands closing on nothingness； the man had remained thus； as if dazed； for a second or so。 Then he had felt the ground all about him。 Then； bewildered； he had scrambled to his feet。 Now he was standing； moveless； his lips working。
Yes； he seemed to be tired of the lovely game；and just when Laddie was beginning to enter into the full spirit of it。 Once in a while； the Mistress or the Master stopped playing； during the romps with the flannel doll。 And Laddie had long since hit on a trick for reviving their interest。 He employed this ruse now。
As the man stood； puzzled and scared； something brushed very lightly；…even coquettishly；against his knuckles。 He started in nervous fright。 An instant later； the same thing brushed his knuckles again； this time more insistently。 The man； in a spurt of fear…driven rage； grabbed at the invisible object。 His fingers slipped along the smooth sides of the bewitched bag that Lad was shoving invitingly at him。
Brief as was the contact； it was long enough for the thief's sensitive finger tips to recognize what they touched。 And both hands were brought suddenly into play； in a mad snatch for the prize。 The ten avid fingers missed the bag； and came together with clawing force。 But； before they met； the finger tips of the left hand telegraphed to the man's brain that they had had momentary light experience with something hairy and warm； something that had slipped； eel…like； past them into the night；something that most assuredly was no satchel； but ALIVE！
The man's throat contracted； in gagging fright。 And； as before； fear scourged him to feverish rage。
Recklessly he pressed the flashlight's button； and swung the muffled bar of light in every direction。 In his other hand he leveled the pistol he had drawn。 This time the shaded ray revealed to him not only his bag； but；vaguely；the Thing that held it。
He could not make out what manner of creature it was which gripped the satchel's handle and whose eyes pulsed back greenish flares into the torch's dim glow。 But it was an animal of some kind；distorted and formless in the wavering finger of blunted light； but still an animal。 Not a ghost。
And fear departed。 The intruder feared nothing mortal。 The mystery in pa