mouth.

'What you here for?' he said.

The dog gave him a look of handsome incomprehension.

'I mean, do you b'long to someone or what?' said Gaspode.

The dog whined softly.

Gaspode tried Basic Canine, which is a combination of whines and sniffs.

'Hallo?' he ventured. 'Anyone in there?'

The dog's tail thumped uncertainly.

'The grub here's ruddy awful,' said Gaspode.

The dog raised its highly-bred muzzle.

'What dis place?' it said.

'This is Holy Wood,' said Gaspode conversationally. 'I'm Gaspode. Named after the famous Gaspode, you know. Anythin' you want to know, you just-'

'All dese two-legs here.
Dur . . . What dis place?'

Gaspode stared.

At that moment Dibbler's door opened. Victor emerged, coughing, at one end of a cigar.

'Great, great,' said Dibbler, following him out. 'Knew we could sort it out. Don't waste it, boy, don't waste it. They cost a dollar a box. Oh, I see you brought your little doggie.'

'Woof,' said Gaspode, irritably.

The other dog gave a short sharp bark and sat up with obedient alertness radiating from every hair.

'Ah,' said Dibbler, 'and I see we've got our wonder dog.'

Gaspode's apology for a tail twitched once or twice.

Then the truth dawned.

He glared at the larger dog, opened his mouth to speak, caught himself just in time, and managed to turn it into a 'Bark?'

'I got the idea the other night, when I saw your dog,' said Dibbler. 'I thought, people like animals. Me, I like dogs. Good image, the dog. Saving lives, Man's best friend, that kind of stuff.'

Victor looked at Gaspode's furious expression.

'Gaspode's quite bright,' he said.

'Oh, I expect you think he is,' said Dibbler. 'But you've just got to look at the two of them. On the one hand there's this bright, alert, handsome animal, and on the other there's this dust ball with a hangover. I mean, no contest, am I right?'

The wonder dog gave a brisk yap.

'What dis place? Good boy Laddie!'

Gaspode rolled his eyes.

'See what I mean?' said Dibbler. 'Give him the right name, a bit, a training, and a star is born.' He slapped Victor on the back again. 'Nice to see you, nice to see you, drop in again any time, only not too frequently, let's have lunch sometime, now get out, Soll!'

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