Five on a Secret Trail (14 page)

„Twins," said George. „I don"t know how I shal be able to tel one from t"other when Guy"s bad foot is better."

„I"m going to ring the police," said Julian, seeing that his aunt could now only think of Guy"s swollen foot. He went off indoors, and they heard him speaking on the telephone.

He put it down and came out again.

„The Inspector himself is coming," said Julian. „Shall I ring the doctor now, Aunt Fanny?"

„Oh yes. His number is 042," said his aunt. „How did you get such an ankle, Guy?"

„Mother, you don"t seem at all interested in our adventure," complained George.

„Oh, I am, dear," said her mother. „But you do have such a lot, you know. What have you been up to this time?"

But before George could do more than begin, a black police car drew up at the front gate, and the inspector of police got out and marched up to the front door. He knocked extremely loudly on the knocker.

Which, of course, had the immediate result of bringing George"s father hotfoot out of his study in another rage! He flung open the front door.

„Hammering at the door like what! What"s the matter? I"ve a good mind to report you to the police! Oh - er - h"m - good afternoon, Inspector. Do come in. Are we expecting you?"

Smiling broadly, the Inspector came in. By this time Julian had come back in the house again, and greeted him. His uncle went back into his study, rather red in the face, and actually closed the door quietly!

„You wanted me to come along at once, because of something important?" said the Inspector. „What is it?"

The others came into the room now, with Julian"s aunt behind them. Julian nodded round at them. „They"re all in this, sir - except my aunt, of course. We"ve brought something we think may be important, sir. Quite a lot of people were looking for it - but we managed to get hold of it first!"

He put the brown bag on the table. The Inspector"s eyes went to it at once. „What is it?

What"s inside? Stolen goods?"

„Yes, sir - blue-prints of some kind, I think. But I don"t know what of, of course."

„Open the bag, my boy! I"l examine them," said the Inspector.

„I can"t open it," said Julian. „It"s locked - and there"s no key!"

„Well - we"ll soon manage that!" said the Inspector, and took out a small, strong-looking tool. He forced the lock, and the bag opened. Everyone leaned forward eagerly, even Timmy. What was in the bag?

There was nothing there! Absolutely nothing! Julian groaned in bitter disappointment.

„No wonder it felt so light. It"s empty after al . Would you believe it!"

It was a moment of great disappointment for all the children. Although they had talked about the possibility of the bag being empty, everyone had secretly felt certain that something exciting would be inside.

The Inspector was astonished. He looked round sharply. „Where did you get this bag?

What made you think it had stolen goods inside - and what kind of blue-prints were they?"

„Well, sir - it"s rather a long story," said Julian.

„I"m afraid you"l have to tell it to me," said the Inspector, taking out his notebook. „Now -

how did this al begin?"

„Well - it really began with Timmy hurting his ear and having to wear a cardboard collar,"

said George.

The Inspector looked most surprised. He turned to Julian. „You"d better tell it," he said. „I don"t want to waste time on cardboard col ars!"

George went red and put on a scowl. Julian grinned at her, and began the story, making it as clear and short as he could.

The Inspector became more and more interested. He laughed when Julian came to the weird noises and lights.

„They certainly wanted to get rid of you," he said. „You were plucky to stay on. Go on -

there"s something behind all this, that"s certain!"

He jotted down the name of „Paul", and „Jess", the name of the woman. He noted that one man had a drawl. „Any other clues to them?" he asked.

„Only this, sir," said Julian and handed his drawing of the crepe-soled shoe to the Inspector. This was careful y folded and put into the notebook too. „Might be of use. Might not," said the Inspector. „You never know!"

He listened intently to the tale of the underground passages, and picked up the bag again.

„I can"t understand why it"s empty," he said. „It isn"t real y like a crook deliberately to mislead his friends when they know quite well where he is and can get at him whenever they like." He shook the bag hard. Then he began to examine it very very careful y.

Finally he took out a sharp knife and gently slit the lining at the bottom of the bag. He turned it back.

Something was there - under the lining! Something blue, folded very careful y. Something covered with thousands of minute figures, thousands of lines, thousands of queer little designs!

„Wheeeeeew!" whistled the Inspector. „So the bag"s not empty, after all! Now what is this?

It"s a blue-print of some project - but what?"

„My father would know!" said George, at once. „He"s a scientist, you know, Inspector - one of the cleverest in the world. Shal I get him?"

„Yes," said the Inspector, laying out the blue-print on the table. „Get him at once."

George flew off and returned with her father, who didn"t look very pleased.

„Good afternoon, sir, once more. Sorry to disturb you," said the Inspector. „But do you happen to know whether this document is of any importance?"

George"s father took it up. He ran his eyes over it, and then gave a loud exclamation.

„Why - why - no, it"s IMPOSSIBLE! Good heavens, it"s - no, no, it can"t be! Am I dreaming?"

Everyone gazed at him, surprised and anxious. What did he mean? What could it be, this blue-print?

„Er - it"s important then, sir?" said the Inspector.

„Important? IMPORTANT? My dear fel ow, there are only two of these prints in existence -

and at the moment I have the second one, which I am checking very carefully indeed.

Where did this come from? Why - I simply can"t believe it! Sir James Lawton-Harrison has the other. There isn"t a third!"

„But - but - there must be if you have one here and Sir James has the other!" said the Inspector. „It"s obvious there is a third!"

„You"re wrong. It isn"t obvious!" shouted George"s father. „What is obvious is that Sir James hasn"t got his! I"l ring him up - this very minute. Astounding! Most disturbing! Bless us al , what wil happen next?"

The children did not dare to say a word. They were full of astonishment. To think that the blue-print was so important - and that George"s father actually had a pair to this one.

What was its importance?

They heard George"s father shouting into the telephone, evidently angry and disturbed.

He slammed it down and came back.

„Yes. Sir James"s copy has been stolen - but it"s been kept very hush-hush because of its importance. Good heavens - they never even let me know! And to think I spilt a bottle of ink over mine yesterday - gross carelessness. Stolen! A thing like that - stolen out of his safe under his very nose. Now there"s only one copy left!"

„Two, sir," said the Inspector, tapping the copy on the table. „You"re so upset to hear that Sir James"s copy has gone that you"ve forgotten we have it here!"

„Bless us al ! Thank goodness! Yes, I had forgotten for the moment!" said Uncle Quentin.

„My word, I even forgot to tell Sir James it was here." He leapt up to go to the telephone again, but the Inspector caught his arm.

„No, sir. Don"t telephone again. I think we should keep this as quiet as possible."

„Father - what is this a blue-print of?" said George, voicing the thoughts of everyone there, the Inspector included.

„This blue-print? I"m certainly not going to tell you!" said her father. „It"s too big a thing even to speak of to you children - or the Inspector either for that matter. It"s one of the biggest secrets we have. Here, give it to me."

The Inspector placed his big hand on it at once. „No, sir. I think I must take it with me, and send a secret messenger to Sir James with it. It wouldn"t do to have the only two copies in one place. Why, your house might catch fire and both prints might go up in flames!"

„Take it, then, take it! We can"t possibly risk such a thing!" said George"s father. He glared round at the children. „I stil don"t understand how you came to possess it!" he said, looking suddenly amazed.

„Sit down, sir, won"t you, and listen to their tale," said the Inspector. „They"ve done very well. They haven"t finished their story."

Julian went on with it. The Inspector sat up straight when he heard where the the three men were - down in the great pit below the Roman camp.

„You saw them go down into that pit?" he said.

„Watched them swing down on the rope? They may be there now!" He glanced at his watch. „No, they won"t. They"l be gone."

He groaned loudly. „And to think we might easily have caught three clever rogues.

They"ve slipped through our hands again!"

„They haven"t!" said Julian, his voice rising exultantly. „They"re stil there!"

„How do you know?" said the Inspector.

„Because I pul ed up their rope and took it away - look, I"ve got it round me!" said Julian.

„They can"t get out without a rope - and they won"t know how to escape any other way.

They"re stil there - waiting for you, Inspector!"

The Inspector slapped the table so hard that everyone jumped and the two dogs barked.

„Good work!" he boomed. „Magnificent! I must go at once and send some men out there.

I"l let you know what happens!"

And out he went at a run, the precious blue-print buttoned safely in his pocket. He leapt into the driving-seat and the police-car roared away at top speed down the lane.

„Whew!" said Julian, flopping back into his chair. „It"s too exciting for words!"

Everyone felt the same, and began to talk at the tops of their voices. Poor Aunt Fanny couldn"t make herself heard. But when Joan came in and asked if anyone wanted anything to eat, they heard her at once!

The doctor came to see Guy"s foot, and re-bandaged it. „Rest it for a day or two," he said.

„It wil soon be al right."

„Well, you"l have to stay here with George and the others, Guy," said George"s mother.

„You can"t go excavating in that camp of yours again yet. Harry can stay too. So can Jet."

The twins beamed. They liked this jol y family, and the adventurous life they seemed to lead. It would be fun to stay with them for a while. They thought it would be even more fun, when Joan arrived with a truly wonderful meal!

„Home-made veal-and-ham-pie! Stuffed tomatoes! And what a salad - what"s in it, Joan?

Radishes, cucumber, carrot, beetroot, hard boiled eggs, tomatoes, peas - Joan, you"re a marvel! What is the pudding?"

Soon they were al sitting down enjoying themselves, and talking over their adventure. Just as they were finishing, the telephone bel rang. Julian went to answer it. He came back looking thril ed.

„That was the Inspector. They"ve got al three men! When they got to the pit, one of the men cal ed up for help - said some idiot of a boy or some hoaxer must have taken their rope away. So the police - al in plain-clothes, so that of course the three men suspected nothing - the police let down a rope, and up came the men one by one..."

„And were arrested as soon as they popped out of the hole, I suppose!" said George, delighted. „Oh, I wish I"d been there! What a joke!"

„The Inspector"s awful y pleased with us," said Julian. „And so is Sir James Lawton-Harrison too, apparently. We"re to get a reward - very hush-hush, though. We mustn"t say anything about it. There"s to be something for each of us."

„And for Timmy too?" said George at once.

Julian looked round at Timmy. „Well, I can see what old Timmy ought to ask for," he said.

„A new cardboard col ar. He"s scratching his ear to bits!"

George screamed and rushed to bend over Timmy. She lifted a woebegone face. „Yes!

He"s scratched so hard he"s made his ear bad again. Oh Timmy! You real y are a fatheaded dog! Mother! Mother! Timmy"s messed up his ear again!"

Her mother looked into the room. „Oh George, what a pity! I told you not to take off that collar til his ear was absolutely healed!"

„It"s maddening!" said George. „Now everyone wil laugh at him again."

„Oh no they won"t," said Julian, and he smiled at George"s scowling face. „Cheer up - it"s a very peculiar thing, George - this adventure began with Timmy and a cardboard col ar -

and bless me if it hasn"t ended with Timmy and a cardboard col ar. Three cheers for old Timmy!"

Yes - three cheers for old Timmy! Get your ear well before the next adventure, Tim - you real y can"t wear a cardboard col ar again!