For Name and Fame

My poor pets! a lady exclaimed sorrowfully; it is too bad. They all knew me so well; and ran to meet me when they saw me coming; and seemed really pleased to see me even when I had no food to give them. Which was not often my dear Captain Ripon-her husband-said. However it is as you say too bad; and I will bring the fellow to justice if I can. There are twelve prize fowls-worth a couple of guineas apiece not to mention the fact of their being pets of yours-stolen probably by tramps; who will eat them and for whom the commonest barn-door chickens would have done as well. There are marks of blood in two or three places so they have evidently been killed for food. The house was locked up last night all right; for you see they got in by breaking in a panel of the door. Robson run down to the village at once and tell the policeman to come up here; and ask if any gypsies or tramps have been seen in the neighborhood. The village lay at the gate of Captain Ripon's park and the gardener soon returned with the policeman.