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From then till about five； when I generally had a cup of tea and a chop； he regularly disappeared。 Where he went and what he did between those hours nobody ever knew。 Gadbut swore that twice he had met him coming out of a stockbroker's office in Threadneedle Street； and； improbable though the statement at first appeared； some colour of credibility began to attach to it when we reflected upon the dog's inordinate passion for acquiring and hoarding coppers。
This craving of his for wealth was really quite remarkable。 He was an elderly dog； with a great sense of his own dignity； yet； on the promise of a penny； I have seen him run round after his own tail until he didn't know one end of himself from the other。
He used to teach himself tricks； and go from room to room in the evening； performing them； and when he had completed his programme he would sit up and beg。 All the fellows used to humour him。 He must have made pounds in the course of the year。
Once； just outside our door； I saw him standing in a crowd； watching a performing poodle attached to a hurdy…gurdy。 The poodle stood on his head； and then； with his hind legs in the air； walked round on his front paws。 The people laughed very much； and； when afterwards he came amongst them with his wooden saucer in his mouth； they gave freely。
Our dog came in and immediately commenced to study。 In three days HE could stand on his head and walk round on his front legs； and the first evening he did so he made sixpence。 It must have been terribly hard work for him at his age； and subject to rheumatism as he was； but he would do anything for money。 I believe he would have sold himself to the devil for eightpence down。
He knew the value of money。 If you held out to him a penny in one hand and a threepenny…bit in the other； he would snatch at the threepence； and then break his heart because he could not get the penny in as well。 You might safely have left him in the room with a leg of mutton； but it would not have been wise to leave your purse about。
Now and then he spent a little； but not often。 He was desperately fond of sponge…cakes； and occasionally； when he had had a good week； he would indulge himself to the extent of one or two。 But he hated paying for them； and always made a frantic and frequently successful effort to get off with the cake and the penny also。 His plan of operations was simple。 He would walk into the shop with his penny in his mouth； well displayed； and a sweet and lamblike expression in his eyes。 Taking his stand as near to the cakes as he could get； and fixing his eyes affectionately upon them； he would begin to whine； and the shopkeeper； thinking he was dealing with an honest dog； would throw him one。
To get the cake he was obliged； of course； to drop the penny； and then began a struggle between him and the shopkeeper for the possession of the coin。 The man would try to pick it up。 The dog would put his foot upon it； and growl savagely。 If he could finish the cake before the contest was over； he would snap up the penny and bolt。 I have known him to come home gorged with sponge…cakes； the original penny still in his mouth。
So notorious throughout the neighbourhood did this dishonest practice of his become； that； after a time； the majority of the local tradespeople refused to serve him at all。 Only the exceptionally quick and able…bodied would attempt to do business with him。
Then he took his custom further afield； into districts where his reputation had not yet penetrated。 And he would pick out shops kept by nervous females or rheumatic old men。
They say that the love of money is the root of all evil。 It seemed to have robbed him of every shred of principle。
It robbed him of his life in the end； and that came about in this way。 He had been performing one evening in Gadbut's room； where a few of us were sitting smoking and talking； and young Hollis； being in a generous mood； had thrown him； as he thought； a sixpence。 The dog grabbed it； and retired under the sofa。 This was an odd thing for him to do； and we commented upon it。 Suddenly a thought occurred to Hollis； and he took out his money and began counting it。
〃By Jove；〃 he exclaimed； 〃I've given that little beast half…a… sovereignhere； Tiny！〃
But Tiny only backed further underneath the sofa； and no mere verbal invitation would induce him to stir。 So we adopted a more pressing plan； and coaxed him out by the scruff of his neck。
He came； an inch at a time； growling viciously； and holding Hollis's half…sovereign tight between his teeth。 We tried sweet reasonableness at first。 We offered him a sixpence in exchange； he looked insulted； and evidently considered the proposal as tantamount to our calling him a fool。 We made it a shilling； then half…a… crownhe seemed only bored by our persistence。
〃I don't think you'll ever see this half…sovereign again； Hollis；〃 said Gadbut； laughing。 We all； with the exception of young Hollis； thought the affair a very good joke。 He； on the contrary； seemed annoyed； and； taking the dog from Gadbut； made an attempt to pull the coin out of its mouth。
Tiny； true to his life…long principle of never parting if he could possibly help it； held on like grim death； until； feeling that his little earnings were slowly but surely going from him； he made one final desperate snatch； and swallowed the money。 It stuck in his throat； and he began to choke。
Then we became seriously alarmed for the dog。 He was an amusing chap； and we did not want any accident to happen to him。 Hollis rushed into his room and procured a long pair of pincers； and the rest of us held the little miser while Hollis tried to relieve him of the cause of his suffering。
But poor Tiny did not understand our intentions。 He still thought we were seeking to rob him of his night's takings； and resisted vehemently。 His struggles fixed the coin firmer； and； in spite of our efforts； he diedone more victim； among many； to the fierce fever for gold。
I dreamt a very curious dream about riches once； that made a great impression upon me。 I thought that I and a frienda very dear friendwere living together in a strange old house。 I don't think anybody else dwelt in the house but just we two。 One day； wandering about this strange old rambling place； I discovered the hidden door of a secret room； and in this room were many iron…bound chests； and when I raised the heavy lids I saw that each chest was full of gold。
And； when I saw this； I stole out softly and closed the hidden door； and drew the worn tapestries in front of it again； and crept back along the dim corridor； looking behind me； fearfully。
And the friend that I had loved came towards me； and we walked together with our hands clasped。 But I hated him。
And all day long I kept beside him； or followed him unseen； lest by chance he should learn the secret of that hidden door； and at night I lay awake watching him。
But one night I sleep； and； when I open my eyes； he is no longer near me。 I run swiftly up the narrow stairs and along the silent corridor。 The tapestry is drawn aside； and the hidden door stands open； and in the room beyond the friend that I loved is kneeling before an ope