I shall report this, and in the meantime the animal can be taken away by one of the porters.' 'Don't you dare,' said Emmy fiercely. 'I'll not allow it. You are--' It was unfortunate that she was interrupted before she could finish. 'Ah,' said Professor ter Mennolt, looming behind the supervisor. 'My kitten. Good of you to look after it for me, Ermentrude.' He gave the supervisor a bland smile. 'I am breaking the rules, am I not? But this seemed the best place for it to be until I could come and collect it.' 'Miss Foster has just told me...' began the woman. 'Out of the kindness of her heart,' said the professor outrageously. 'She had no wish to get me into trouble. Isn't that correct, Ermentrude?' She nodded, and watched while he soothed the supervisor's feelings with a bedside manner which she couldn't have faulted. 'I will overlook your rudeness, Miss Foster,' she said finally, and sailed away. 'Where on earth did you find it?' asked the professor with interest. She told him, then went on, 'I'll take him home. He'll be nice company for Snoodles and George.' 'An excellent idea. Here is your relief. I shall be outside when you are ready.' 'Why?' asked Emmy. 'You sometimes ask silly questions, Ermentrude. To take you both home.