  ``We've lost Baby,'' she screamed.  ``Do you mean that it's
dead, or stampeded, or that you staked it at cards and lost it
that way?'' asked Clovis lazily.  ``He was toddling about quite
happily on the lawn,'' said Mrs. Momeby tearfully, ``and Arnold
had just come in, and I was asking him what sort of sauce he
would like with the asparagus---''  ``I hope he said
hollandaise,'' interrupted Clovis, with a show of quickened
interest, ``because if there's anything I hate---''  ``And all
of a sudden I missed Baby,'' continued Mrs. Momeby in a shriller
tone. ``We've hunted high and low, in house and garden and
outside the gates, and he's nowhere to be seen.''  ``Is he
anywhere to be heard?'' asked Clovis; ``if not, he must be at
least two miles away.''  ``But where? And how?'' asked the
distracted mother.  ``Perhaps an eagle or a wild beast has
carried him off,'' suggested Clovis.  ``There aren't eagles and
wild beasts in Surrey,'' said Mrs. Momeby, but a note of horror
had crept into her voice.  ``They escape no