The hound might accompany him in his walks, and if anybody attacked him it would be so much the worse for his assailant.

Murder or no murder, he was entitled to take any precautions he pleased against an assault.

But he would not willingly put the bloodhound on the scent, and he knew well enough that the dog would not run upon a strange trail unless he were put to it.
The squire went to his lunch, feeling that he had made a good resolution; but he ate little and soon afterwards began to feel the need of going down to see Mrs.Goddard.No day was complete without seeing her, and considering the circumstances which had occurred on the previous afternoon, it was natural that he should call to inquire after her state.
In the hall, the gigantic beast which had played such an important part in his thoughts during the morning, came solemnly up to him, raising his great red eyes as though asking whether he were to accompany his master.
The squire stood still and looked at him for a moment.
"Come along, Stamboul!" he said suddenly, as he put on his hat.

The hound leaped up and laid his heavy paws on the squire's shoulders, trying to lick his face in his delight, then, almost upsetting the sturdy man he sprang back, slipped on the polished floor, recovered himself and with an enormous stride bounded past Mr.Juxon, out into the park.

But Mr.Juxon quickly called him back, and presently he was following close at heel in his own stately way, looking neither to the right nor to the left.