Little returned to London. Passing through London one day he met a dog-fancier.
“Buy a nice poodle, sir?”
Something in the animal attracted his attention.
“Fido!” he gasped.
The dog yelped.
Little bought him. On taking off his collar a piece of paper rustled to the floor. He knew the handwriting and kissed it. It ran:—
To THE HONORABLE AUGUSTUS RABY—I cannot marry you. If I marry any one [sly puss] it will be the man who has twice saved my life, Professor Little. CAROLINE COVENTRY.
And she did.
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