grees Fahrenheit hotter than it looked. In the intermission caused by this disaster his agile mind skipped a few chapters of the story, and, when he was able to speak again, he said, "So then there was a lot of trouble. Everything broke loose!"
"Why?" Archie was puzzled. "Did the management object to her bringing the dog to rehearsal?"
"A lot of good that would have done! She does what she likes in the theatre."
"Then why was there trouble?"
"You weren't listening," said Mr. Benham, reproachfully. "I told you. This dog came snuffling up to where I was sitting—it was quite dark in the body of the theatre, you know—and I got up to say something about something that was happening on the stage, and somehow I must have given it a push with my foot."
"I see," said Archie, beginning to get the run of the plot. "You kicked her dog."
"Pushed it. Accidentally. With my foot."
"I understand. And when you brought off this kick"
"Push," said Mr. Benham, austerely.
"This kick or push. When you administered this kick or push"
"It was more a sort of light shove."
"Well, when you did whatever you did, the trouble started?"
Mr. Benham gave a slight shiver.
"She talked for a while, and then walked out, taking the dog with her. You see, this wasn't the first time it had happened."
