Quickly Pongo turned to his wife. I haven't explained to you yet, Missis. Our friend here told me that if we could get into that bolted room we could destroy Mr. de Vil's whole stock of furs. Cruella made him keep them all there, so that she could wear any she fancied. I hoped we might put an end to his furrier's business. That was why I took the risk of going into the de Vils' house not to be revenged, but to make England Safe for Dalmatians.€

And it’s even better than I hoped,€ said the white cat. Because it turns out most of the furs weren’t paid for. So Mr. De Vil’s ruined.

The poor little man!€ said Missis. I feel quite sorry for him.€

No need to,€ said the white cat. He’s as bad as Cruella. The only difference is she’s strong and bad and he’s weak and bad. Anyway, they’re going to leave England tomorrow, to get away from their debts.€

Cruella still has her jewels,€ said Missis regretfully.

Mostly sham,€ said the white cat. And those that aren’t will be needed by Mr. de Vil, to start another business abroad. He says he’s going to make plastic raincoats.€

Cruella won’t look very well in those,€ said Missis cheerfully.

She won’t look very well in anything,€ said the cat. You’ve heard of people’s hair going white in a single night, from shock? That’s happened to the black side of her hair. And the white side’s gone green a horrid shade. People are going to think it’s dyed. Well, I’m glad to have finished with the de Vils.

But where will you go?€ asked Pongo.

The white cat looked surprised. Go? I shan’t go anywhere. I’ve just come here. I’d have come long ago if you dogs hadn’t barked that night your pets gave me a kind sardine. They won’t turn me out. I’ll pop up and find them now.

Then Pongo and Missis sank into a blissful sleep without a care in the world except that they did want to know what the Dearlys were going to do with so very many puppies…

And so did the Dearlys!

Those readers who also want to know should read on. Besides, there is a mystery to be cleared up. Most people who are good at arithmetic are likely to think there is a mistake in this book. It is called The Hundred and One Dalmatians. Well, Pongo and Missis and Perdita make three. There were ninety-seven Dalmatian pups at Hell Hall, including those belonging to Pongo, Missis, and Perdita. Three and ninety-seven make one hundred. Where, then, is the hundred and oneth Dalmatian?