CHAPTER 66 ON THE SCENT ‘What’s wrong with this Toby dog, young Mouse?’ Vanya asked. ‘Why he is fuss, fuss, fuss?’ The little dog was growling over something he’d found. He wagged his tail frantically and placed the object before me. It was a soft Puck-green shoe. Kitty’s! Immediately I remembered what a clever creature Toby was. ‘Vanya, listen!’ We left a message for Adnam. In all the side streets around the theatre stood rows of cabs, ready to get any night folk home. Many had already taken one fare and returned. The weary nags, long noses hidden in hay bags, occasionally scraped their hoofs on the cobbles, while the drivers, wrapped in waterproofs and mufflers, dozed within their cabs. Toby, nose twitching, pattered along the rows, searching for Kitty’s scent. He whined, unable to find any answer. ‘Are you sure the dog can do this?’ Vanya grumbled, unimpressed. There were only three cabs ahead, waiting by a street lamp. The last had just returned to its stand, its horses sweating and tossing their manes.
