***************************************************************************** Moore was still a serene witness to the sorrowful dumas that James spoke out loud in the heat of anger. No one else dared to disturb the old madman. James went to bed, without hesitating to think that if anybody would stay with him, it was only this strange, but very clever, helmet cat. The tiny spirit who had made a small leafy rosehip bush his home saw Moore slip out of his tent at midnight. The observation element was clearly aware of the matter: - Are you going to leave the two-legged man? Have a drop of gratitude! Muri instantly found the branch on which the critic was sitting, but did not say anything. - What about his heart? - The spirit continued in a reproachful manner. - It got used to human villainy, but surely, what it does not doubt is your devotion, the evil animal. - Why should I care about the human heart? - Muri answered with a sniff of the wind. - The old man will be upset! - What do I care