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use of her mansion is a mystery. She hated dogs.’
    ‘Where is this Havisham House?’ Dr Trifle asked.
    ‘It’s in the wealthiest part of Snobs’ Bay.’
    ‘But that’s nowhere near Bogusville,’ Mrs Trifle said. ‘We’d have to move house. I’d have to quit my job. We’d miss our friends.’
    ‘It’s the chance of a lifetime,’ the lawyer said. ‘Your friends can email or come for visits. Havisham House is wonderful.’
    ‘I guess if we don’t like it there we can always sell it and move back,’ Mrs Trifle said.
    ‘Only if Selby agrees to sell it,’ the lawyer said.‘Here’s the last bit of the will.’
    None of this can be changed unless Selby says so.
Remember, whatever Selby says, goes.
(signed)
Margaret Provis
    ‘“Unless Selby
says
so”?’ Mrs Trifle said. ‘What “Selby
says
goes”? But Selby can’t
say
anything. Are you sure that this Mrs Provis was … all there?’
    ‘You mean, was she bonkers? I don’t think so. A bit odd, maybe, but she had all her marbles. She was a remarkable woman. She made and lost several fortunes in her lifetime. At the end of her life, she was very rich again.’
    ‘I still can’t understand how this Mrs Provis even knew who Selby was,’ Dr Trifle said. ‘I don’t think she ever lived in Bogusville. This is all so unexpected.’
    Suddenly Selby’s memories came flooding back.
    ‘Margaret Provis,’ he thought. ‘That must have been Maggie’s full name. I can’t say thatthis was unexpected. In fact I had great expectations that something like this would happen.’
    The room became all wobbly and filled with wavy lines — the way rooms do when you remember back to another time. In a second, Selby was imagining something that happened years before. There he was looking out the front window of the Trifles’ house. The Trifles were away for the day and he’d just watched a TV program about first aid.
    An old lady dressed in shabby clothes was walking slowly past the house. She was the woman who lived in a shack outside Bogusville.
    ‘Poor old Maggie,’ Selby thought. ‘She’s all alone and doesn’t have a friend in the world. I wish they wouldn’t call her “Maggie the Witch” behind her back. People can be so cruel.’
    Selby was just thinking sad thoughts about poor people and old people and poor old people when the woman fell.
    ‘Gulp,’ Selby thought. ‘Oh, no, she’s not getting up! And there’s no one else around! I’ve got to do something!’
    Selby picked up the phone and was about to ring triple-O.
    ‘But wait!’ he thought, remembering the TV first aid program. ‘I think I’m supposed to roll her onto her side so she can breathe properly. I’d better do that first before I call the ambulance.’
    Selby dashed to the woman’s side. Her eyes were closed. He put his front paws under her shoulder and started to roll her onto her side.
    ‘You’ve fallen down,’ he said out loud the way you’re supposed to, ‘and I’m rolling you onto your side.’
    The woman’s eyes popped open.
    ‘What are you doing that for?,!, you stupid dog,’ the woman snapped.
    ‘Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing,’ Selby said out loud as he rolled her onto her side. ‘She’s really out of it,’ he thought. ‘She won’t remember that I talked.’
    ‘
Now
what are you going to do?, you little dickens,’ the woman demanded.‘You’re going to bite me, aren’t you?’
    ‘No, I’m going to ring an ambulance,’ Selby said calmly.
    ‘You can’t do that, you nincompoop. You’re just a stupid smelly dog,’ the woman cackled.
    ‘Don’t try to get up,’ Selby said, dashing for the house.
    Selby put on his best Dr Trifle voice on the telephone and soon the ambulance was there, taking the old woman to hospital. As they lifted her onto a stretcher, she looked at Selby.
    ‘Listen here, dog,’ she said. ‘I’m sorry I was grouchy. Thanks, I owe you one. I don’t like dogs but you seem okay. If I ever get my money back, I’ll