"Do you mean you think he knows all about the Hermit, the big mystery about him which folks hint at and all that?"
"I shouldn't wonder if he did," the Doctor answered slowly. "I noticed something in his expression the moment we found that door open and the hut empty. And the way he sniffed the floor too—it told him something, that floor did. He saw signs we couldn't see—I wonder why he won't tell me. I'll try him again. Here, Jip! Jip!—Where is the dog? I thought he went on in front."
"So did I," I said. "He was there a moment ago. I saw him as large as life. Jip—Jip—Jip—jip!"
But he was gone. We called and called. We even walked back to the hut. But Jip had disappeared.
"Oh well," I said, "most likely he has just run home ahead of us. He often does that, you know. We'll find him there when we get back to the house."
But the Doctor just closed his coat-collar tighter against the wind and strode on muttering, "Odd—very odd!"
