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the lock all right if he chose to try. Don’t you
think so, Mr Willet ?”

“Not a doubt of it,” answered the smith.

“Had we better go to him then?”

“Well,” answered the smith, smiling, “I think
perhaps he would ask you why you hadn’t come to
me. No doubt he could do it, but I’ve got better
tools for the purpose. Let me look at the lock.
I’m sure I shall be able to set it right.”

“Not with that great biz hammer, then,” said
Willie.

“No; I have smaller hammers than that. When
do you want it, sir?”

‘Could you manage to do it at once, and let me
take it home, for there’s a little baby there, just
arrived ?”

“You don’t mean it!” said the smith, looking
~ surprised. “I wish you joy, sir.”

“ And this is the lock of the room she’s in,” con-
tinued the doctor.

“And you’re afraid of her getting out and flying
off again!” said the smith. “I will do it at once.
There isn’t much wrong with it, I daresay. I hope
Mrs Macmichael is doing well, sir.”

He took the lock, drew several screws from it,
and then forced it open,

“Tt’s nothing but the spring gone,” he said, as
he took out something and threw it away.

Then he took out several more pieces, and