“that’s all settled. The Inspector is coming to tea with us tomorrow a picnic tea down by the river. We’ll tell him everything.”
“Fatty! Is he really coming? Did you ask him to tea? Oh, Fatty, how marvellous!” cried the others. Fatty swelled up, full of pride and importance.
“You want a fellow like me to arrange these things,” he said. “It’s nothing to me to get things like this done. You’d better leave everything to me.”
“Shut up!” said Larry and Pip at once. But they could not be annoyed with Fatty’s boasting for long, because they were all so excited at the thought of seeing the big, kindly Inspector once more. Bets was really thrilled. She had liked him so much, and he had put everything right at once last time. Perhaps he could this time.
“We’ll plan a fine tea,” said Daisy. “Well tell our mothers who is coming with us, and they are sure to let us have anything we want. Even grown-ups seem to think that Inspectors are somebody to make a fuss about!”
Daisy was right. As soon as the children’s mothers knew that the great Inspector Jenks had condescended to have a picnic tea with the children, they provided a very fine meal.
The children packed up the food, and went to stand at the front gate to watch for the Inspector. Mr. Goon came riding down on his bicycle. He jumped off when he saw them.
“I’d like a word with you,” he said in his pompous voice.
“Sorry,” said Larry, “but we’re on our way to a picnic. I bet you’d like to come it’s going to be a gorgeous one.”
Mr. Goon looked in astonishment at all the food. “You going to eat all that yourselves?” he said suspiciously. Fatty guessed that he thought they were going to take some to Luke. He grinned.
“Oh, no,” said Fatty. “The food is for somebody else besides ourselves, Mr. Goon. We shan’t tell you who. That would be giving away a secret.”
“Hmmmm!” said Mr. Goon, feeling more and more suspicious. “Where are you going for your picnic?”
“Down by the river,” said Bets. Mr. Goon got on his bicycle and rode away, thinking hard. Fatty chuckled.
“He thinks we’re taking this food to Luke in some hiding-place somewhere,” he said. “He doesn’t know we’re having a picnic with the Inspector. I say, wouldn’t it be perfectly marvellous if he tried to follow us and pounced on us to see if we really had got Luke with us and all the time it was Inspector Jenks?”
“Yes, marvellous,” said Daisy. “Oh, look, here’s the Inspector!”
It was. He drove up in a very smart black police car, parked it in Pip’s garage, and then shook hands solemnly all round. “Very, very pleased to meet you all again,” he said, with his beaming smile.
They all went down the lane to the river, Bets hanging on to his arm. The Inspector was a tall, burly man, with twinkling eyes, a smiling mouth, and a very clever face. He looked very fine indeed in his uniform. Bets chattered to him, telling him all the good things they had got for tea.
“We’ll have our meal straight away, shall we?” said the Inspector. “You are making my mouth water. Now, where shall we sit?”
Mr. Goon has a Bad Time.
They found a nice sheltered place close to the water. Behind them rose an overhanging bank with trees. No one could see them there. It was a good place to talk.
“Well, now,” said the Inspector, when the meal was finished and there was very little left “Well, now, what about a little business? I’ve looked up the report of the case you told me about, so I know all the details. But I should very much like to hear what you have to say. You tell me that this boy, Luke, is a friend of yours?”
The children began to talk eagerly, telling Inspector Jenks all that they knew, but they did not tell him about the false dues they had laid for Tupping and Clear-Orf. Nobody quite liked to tell him that.
Then they came to where they had talked to Luke at the circus, and how he had
“Fatty! Is he really coming? Did you ask him to tea? Oh, Fatty, how marvellous!” cried the others. Fatty swelled up, full of pride and importance.
“You want a fellow like me to arrange these things,” he said. “It’s nothing to me to get things like this done. You’d better leave everything to me.”
“Shut up!” said Larry and Pip at once. But they could not be annoyed with Fatty’s boasting for long, because they were all so excited at the thought of seeing the big, kindly Inspector once more. Bets was really thrilled. She had liked him so much, and he had put everything right at once last time. Perhaps he could this time.
“We’ll plan a fine tea,” said Daisy. “Well tell our mothers who is coming with us, and they are sure to let us have anything we want. Even grown-ups seem to think that Inspectors are somebody to make a fuss about!”
Daisy was right. As soon as the children’s mothers knew that the great Inspector Jenks had condescended to have a picnic tea with the children, they provided a very fine meal.
The children packed up the food, and went to stand at the front gate to watch for the Inspector. Mr. Goon came riding down on his bicycle. He jumped off when he saw them.
“I’d like a word with you,” he said in his pompous voice.
“Sorry,” said Larry, “but we’re on our way to a picnic. I bet you’d like to come it’s going to be a gorgeous one.”
Mr. Goon looked in astonishment at all the food. “You going to eat all that yourselves?” he said suspiciously. Fatty guessed that he thought they were going to take some to Luke. He grinned.
“Oh, no,” said Fatty. “The food is for somebody else besides ourselves, Mr. Goon. We shan’t tell you who. That would be giving away a secret.”
“Hmmmm!” said Mr. Goon, feeling more and more suspicious. “Where are you going for your picnic?”
“Down by the river,” said Bets. Mr. Goon got on his bicycle and rode away, thinking hard. Fatty chuckled.
“He thinks we’re taking this food to Luke in some hiding-place somewhere,” he said. “He doesn’t know we’re having a picnic with the Inspector. I say, wouldn’t it be perfectly marvellous if he tried to follow us and pounced on us to see if we really had got Luke with us and all the time it was Inspector Jenks?”
“Yes, marvellous,” said Daisy. “Oh, look, here’s the Inspector!”
It was. He drove up in a very smart black police car, parked it in Pip’s garage, and then shook hands solemnly all round. “Very, very pleased to meet you all again,” he said, with his beaming smile.
They all went down the lane to the river, Bets hanging on to his arm. The Inspector was a tall, burly man, with twinkling eyes, a smiling mouth, and a very clever face. He looked very fine indeed in his uniform. Bets chattered to him, telling him all the good things they had got for tea.
“We’ll have our meal straight away, shall we?” said the Inspector. “You are making my mouth water. Now, where shall we sit?”
Mr. Goon has a Bad Time.
They found a nice sheltered place close to the water. Behind them rose an overhanging bank with trees. No one could see them there. It was a good place to talk.
“Well, now,” said the Inspector, when the meal was finished and there was very little left “Well, now, what about a little business? I’ve looked up the report of the case you told me about, so I know all the details. But I should very much like to hear what you have to say. You tell me that this boy, Luke, is a friend of yours?”
The children began to talk eagerly, telling Inspector Jenks all that they knew, but they did not tell him about the false dues they had laid for Tupping and Clear-Orf. Nobody quite liked to tell him that.
Then they came to where they had talked to Luke at the circus, and how he had
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