Nick felt stangely uneasy. It was unlikely that his keen ears had caught the suspicious slither of Stash's almost silent feet, or that the man's odor, left in the rotunda when he had entered the building behind Nick, had aroused some primitive cautionary gland in Nick's nostrils and warned it to alert his brain. It was a fact, however, which Stash resented and Nick did not know, that no horse or dog would approach Stash Foster or stand near him without rebelling, sounding, and wanting either to attack or flee.

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