Collins, who, when I am dead, may turn you all out of this house as soon as he pleases.
Collins was punctual to his time, and was received with great politeness by the whole family.
So well had Harris Collins built on his father's foundation that the place was considered a model of sanitation and kindness.
All of which required money which Harris Collins did not grudge, but which strained the earning capacity of his animal-training school.
A great deal of the work was done by his assistants, but it was Harris Collins who taught them continually what to do and how to do it, and who himself, on more important animals, did the work and showed them how.
But Michael was not received by Harris Collins, who, at the moment, sat in his private office, Harry Del Mar's last telegram on his desk, writing a memorandum to his secretary to query the railroad and the express companies for the whereabouts of a dog, crated and shipped by one, Harry Del Mar, from Seattle and consigned to Cedarwild.
For Harris Collins was scientific and antiseptic to the last word in his handling of animals, and Michael was scientifically made clean, without deliberate harshness, but without any slightest hint of gentleness or consideration.
Michael had yet to meet Harris Collins, although, from a distance, often he heard his voice, not loud, but very imperative.