Well, of course, I saw what had happened: it was entirely my fault for not locking the car up; but none of us does it here; it's bad enough having to stop at about fourteen different shops, without dropping the car keys each time. And what had happened was that whoever owned the dog had got fed up with taking him around, and had put him in the car to wait. Only, of course, they'd put him in my car and not theirs. And I couldn't quite decide what to do about it. For one thing, I was supposed to be back with the fish at one oclock, and if I took the dog home he wouldn't get on terribly well with my dog. On the other hand, if I took him back and handed him in to the police station, there'd be all those forms to fill in and affidavits to swear, and all that.