"Mr. Dorsett," spoke up the widow in a dignified tone, "it is true this is your property, but you have no right to spy upon us. You took away our dog—"
"Who says so—who says so?" shouted the infuriated man.
"Christmas himself will say so in an unmistakable manner if I let him loose at you," answered Frank. "The poundmaster at Riverton might be a credible witness, also."
"You'll pay for this, oh, but you'll pay for this! " snarled the wretched old man as he limped away to the street.
Mrs. Ismond sank to a chair, quite pale and agitated over the disturbing incident of the moment.
"Frank," she said in a fluttering tone, "that man alarms me. It makes me uneasy to think he is lurking about us all the time. I am unhappy to think we are subject to his caprices, where once he owned the property."
"We own it yet, by rights," declared Frank. "Some day I may prove it to Dorsett, But do not worry, mother. You must have guessed from my interest in what Mr. Gregson said to-night, that I believe there is something for me in this mail order idea. I have not yet formed my plans,
