“It’th a mob-proof door,” said Igor. “And Thcrapth ith nine-thirty-eighth Rottweiler.” “Which parts, as a matter of interest?” “Two legth, one ear, lotth of tubeth and lower jaw,” said Igor promptly, as they hurried off again. “Yes, but he’s got a spaniel brain,” said Nanny. “It’th in the bone,” said Igor. “He holdth people in hith jawth and beatth them thentheleth with hith tailth.” “He wags people to death?” “Thometimeth he drownth them in dribble,” said Igor.
