Katherine Woodfine - The Painted Dragon

‘Miss Taylor – good afternoon,’ he said, tipping his hat to her as she approached.

Sophie smiled back a greeting, and stopped to give the big Alsatian a pat. ‘He’s lovely – is he yours?’

‘He’s a she – and as a matter of fact, she belongs to Sinclair’s department store,’ explained the detective. Sophie frowned, confused, and McDermott went on: ‘She’s a guard dog. Trained by Scotland Yard’s experts.’

‘A guard dog?’ repeated Sophie in surprise, looking down at the dog who was currently licking her hand in an extremely affectionate manner.

‘Oh she’s friendly as anything now, but when she’s on duty, it’s a different matter. Mr Sinclair has asked me to put some additional security measures in place while the exhibition is here,’ McDermott explained.

‘Is that because of the burglary that happened before, when the Clockwork Sparrow was stolen?’ Sophie asked. She knew that Mr McDermott had already helped to improve the store’s security after the last break-in. The windows of the Exhibition Hall had been specially reinforced, and there was always a nightwatchman patrolling the store after closing time.

‘It’s just an extra precaution,’ said McDermott in a neutral voice. ‘Mr Sinclair didn’t want anyone to be concerned about the safety of the paintings.’

Just then, the Head Porter Sid Parker appeared, accompanied, rather unexpectedly, by Joe.

‘This the dog, then, is it?’ asked Sid briskly.

‘Her name’s Daisy,’ said Mr McDermott. Daisy yawned, lolling out a long pink tongue.

‘ Daisy ?’ repeated Sid. ‘What kind of a name is that?’

McDermott laughed. ‘It doesn’t matter what her name is – she’s an excellent guard dog. She’ll bark the place down if she gets so much as a sniff of an intruder.’

Sid grunted. ‘Well, Joe here is going to take charge of her for the time being. He’ll look after her at the stables, and then we’ll station her on guard with the nightwatchman outside the Hall each night.’

‘Just the man for the job,’ said McDermott, nodding approvingly. ‘Make sure you introduce her to the nightwatchman, and anyone else who might be in the store at night. Otherwise she’ll bark if she hears them coming.’

As he said this, the detective reached out to hand over Daisy’s lead, but before Joe could take a firm hold of it, Billy appeared through the main door, leading Lucky. As usual, several passing customers turned at once to coo and fuss over the adorable little creature.

Lucky, however, had other ideas. Glimpsing Daisy across the Entrance Hall, she made up her mind that here was a new friend. To everyone’s astonishment, she shot suddenly away, jerking her lead right out of Billy’s hand. As Lucky bounded towards Daisy, she leapt forwards too, barking joyously, obviously quite delighted by this new game.

Several customers turned to stare at the commotion.

‘Good heavens!’ sniffed a fashionable lady.

‘Bless my soul!’ exclaimed a gentleman in a top hat.

‘Oh blimey,’ said Uncle Sid. ‘Joe – Billy – get after them – quickly !’

Joe and Billy chased after the two dogs, who were now racing up the main staircase – and Mr McDermott and Sid hurried along behind. After a moment’s pause, Sophie followed too. She knew she had already been far too long delivering the hat-boxes, but she simply couldn’t resist seeing what would happen next.

The two dogs bounded up the stairs, darting between customers, upsetting a porter with a stack of boxes, and knocking over a small boy in a sailor suit, who began to wail. One lady screamed as the big Alsatian rushed past her, but luckily Uncle Sid was there in the nick of time, with a steadying arm. ‘I do apologise most sincerely for this unseemly disturbance, madam,’ Sophie heard him saying in his politest voice.

Upstairs, the dogs had dashed along the gallery and through the Stationery Department, sending sheets of writing paper and envelopes fluttering up into the air, and upsetting several bottles of coloured ink. They paid no heed to the chaos left behind them, or the angry salesman shaking his fist as they raced on, with Billy and Joe hot on their heels. They careened past the door to the Library, where a very serious-looking lady looked over her spectacles in great disapproval. Finally, they shot through the door into the mannequins’ dressing room: for a moment, the two boys hesitated on the threshold, and looked at each other.

‘We’re not allowed to go in there !’ hissed Billy.

A cacophony of shrieks and yells were heard from within, followed by the distinct sound of tearing fabric, and then Claudine screaming something very angry in French.

‘I think we better had,’ said Joe, and dived through the door, Billy following close behind him.

Some more yells were heard, but a few moments later, the two boys emerged, each leading a dog, and looking rather red in the face. Daisy had the remains of what looked like a long white glove in her mouth. Lucky, meanwhile, was dragging a chewed feather boa behind her, wriggling her little tail in pride and delight.

Sophie couldn’t help laughing. McDermott was grinning too. Behind them, Uncle Sid panted along the passageway, having safely delivered the swooning lady to the Ladies’ Lounge, smoothed down the rumpled feelings of the salesman in the Stationery Department, and extended all due apologies to the lady in the library. Now, he wiped his forehead with his handkerchief, shaking his head.

‘Crikey,’ he gasped. ‘I reckon this art business is a whole lot more trouble than it’s worth.’

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