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III
     
    “ Hobart, how can you NOT have a telephone?” Kaitla demanded, “How do you communicate with the outside world? What if there’s an emergency of some sort? How did you contact the inn while I was staying in town?”
    “ Miss Kaitla, ye must calm down. The Lady Balmurray will be most upset to find ye in this state,” Hobart begged. “We have no phone because we dinna have the need for one,” he said, shrewdly ignoring the question about contacting the inn, “Now ye must rest yourself and I’ll bring ye a nice supper tray. Ye’re but over tired from movin’ all yer things again, I’m sure.”
    “ All right, Hobart, but tomorrow I’ll need a ride into town so I can contact my agent.” Kaitla reluctantly watched Hobart disappear down the long hall, then returned to her suite, slamming the door angrily behind her.
    She had accepted some “unusual” jobs before but this one was becoming stranger by the minute. “Damn Nettie!” Kaitla muttered to herself. “This is even stranger then the project you got me with that set of perverted twins in Beverly Hills.” She marched across the room and belly-flopped onto the huge four postered bed. The satiny comforter felt cool to her cheek as she absent-mindedly stroked the ruffles on the pillows stacked against the headboard.
    Rolling over to her back, Kaitla stared bleakly at the ceiling. Just as she was trying to figure a way to repay Mrs. Balmurray, a faint scratching sound distracted her. Sitting up, she listened intently to locate the source of the sound. There it was again, but this time it was accompanied by a faint whine. At the sound of the whine, even lazy Tobias’ ears perked up and he slowly began to puff up his tail.
    Kaitla walked to the closed patio doors, pulling aside the sheer gauze draperies. Since it was dark outside, all she could see was her own reflection. Cautiously, she eased the door open. There wagging his tail was a huge black dog with the most unusual gray eyes she had ever seen. He looked like a shepherd, collie mixture with perky ears and shaggy hair around his neck and his very active tail.
    “ Where did you come from?” Kaitla asked the dog. He immediately took a step forward and whined, begging for attention. “Well, aren’t you the friendly fella.” Crouching beside the dog, she ran her fingers through the fur around his neck. No collar, he must be a stray. She wasn’t well versed in the Edinburgh laws concerning the licensing of dogs; but surely the owner of a dog like this would insist on his having tags in case he became lost. He was a large dog, too clean and well kept for a stray. But the oddest feature was those eyes. Kaitla felt as though she’d looked into them before.
    “ Tobias, I’m losing what little mind I had to begin with,” she remarked to the puffed insulted cat who was currently dancing sideways towards the panting dog. Tobias was buzzing with a low growl that was growing to a high pitched yowl to make it perfectly clear who belonged in this room and who didn’t. The dog just eyed the cat, thumping his tail on the rug in greeting.
    A knock on the bedroom door interrupted the introductions. Kaitla opened the door to find Hobart, faithful to his word, bearing a covered supper tray. Opening the door wider, Hobart crossed to the small table by the window. “I’ll just set your dinner up here for ye,” he said as he laid out the plate and silverware. Crossing to the window, he opened it slightly. “Nothing like a bit of fresh air while your havin’ a bite ta’ eat. If ye should need anything further, Miss, ye have but to ask.” He quickly turned to escape.
    “ Wait a minute, Hobart.” Kaitla spoke before Hobart was able to disappear through the door, temporarily stalling his attempt at freedom. “Have you seen this dog before?” she asked nodding toward the rogue now solemnly curled on the rug in front of the bed.
    “ Why, no ma’am. I thought he must be yours.” Hobart shuffled his feet