Mortimer did not keep a dog.
He halted.

"There's the gate.

Good night," he said, and stood watching while Glasson passed out.

Then, swinging on his heel, he strode back to the caravan.
"Mortimer!" he challenged, mounting to the third step and knocking.
"Ha! Who calls ?" answered the deep voice of Mr.Mortimer after two seconds' interval.
"Hucks.

And I want a word with you." The door opened a little way.