grey!'
'What you whispering about?' said the tramp. 'You get away. Can't I live in peace? I don't do no harm to nobody, I don't, but children and bobbies, they come after me like flies. You leave me alone. I'd be as merry as a blackbird if I had a pair of shoes that fitted me poor old feet. You got a pair of shoes that would fit me?'
'What size do you take?' asked Pip, thinking that perhaps he could get an old pair of his father's boots for the footsore old tramp. But the tramp didn't know. He had never bought a pair of shoes in his life.
'Well, if I can get an old pair of my father's boots, I'll bring them to you,' said Pip. 'Or better still, you come and get them. I live in the red house in the lane not far from Mr. Hick's house. You come there tomorrow, and I'll perhaps have got some boots for you.'
'You'll set that bobby after me again if I come back,' grumbled the tramp, taking out something peculiar from the tin, and beginning to eat it with his hands. 'Or that Mr. Hick will. Well, he'd better be careful. 1 know a few things about Mr. Hick and his household, I do. Yes, I heard him shouting at quite a few people that day, besides me. Ho yes. There was funny goings on there, but I'm not mixed up in them, I tell you.'
Larry looked at his watch. It was getting late. 'We'll have to go,' he said. 'But you come along to Pip's house tomorrow, and you can tell us anything you want to. We shan't give you away.'
The boys left the old tramp and tore home to their dinner, very late indeed. Their mothers were not pleased with them.
'Whatever have you been doing?' asked Pip's mother. 'Where have you been?'
Pip couldn't possibly tell her, because the Find-Outers and their doings were very secret. 'I was with the others.' he said at last.
'You weren't. Pip,' said His mother. 'Bets and Daisy have been here a long time - and that fat boy too, whatever his name is. Don't tell stories.'
'Well, I was with Larry,' said Pip. Bets saw that he was in difficulties and she tried to rescue him by suddenly changing the subject.
'Fatty fell off a hay-rick this morning.,' she said. It certainly changed the subject. Her mother stared at her in horror.
'Who did? That fat boy? Did he hurt himself? Whatever were you doing on a hay-rick?'
Pip was afraid that Bets was going to say why they were all on the rick, so he changed the subject quickly too.
'Mummy, has Daddy got a very old pair of boots he doesn't want?' he asked innocently. His mother looked at him.
'Why?' she asked. Pip was not usually interested in His father's old clothes.
'Well, I happen to know some one who would be very glad of them indeed,' said Pip.
'Why?' asked His mother again.
'Well, you see, his toes are sticking right out of his shoes,' explained Pip, trying to interest His mother in the matter.
'Whose toes?' asked His mother, astonished.
Pip stopped. Now he would have to bring in the tramp, and that was part of the secret. Bother! Whatever they talked about seemed to lead back to something the Find-Outers were doing.
'It's just a poor old tramp,' said Bets. Pip glared at her.
'A tramp!' said her mother. 'Surely you are not making friends with people like that, Pip? '
'No,' said Pip desperately. 'I'm not. I'm only sorry for him, that's all. You always say, Mommy, that we should be sorry for people not so well-off as ourselves,
and help them., don't you? Well, that's why I thought of giving him some old boots, that's all.'
'I see,' said his mother., and Pip gave a sigh of relief. 'Well, I'll find out if there is an old pair of Daddy's boots, and if there is, you shall have them. Now, do get on with your dinner.'
After he had finished his very late meal, Pip escaped into the garden and went to find Bets, who was in the summer-house.
'Bets! Was Fatty all right? He wasn't really hurt, was he?'
'No. He's got some lovely bruises though,' said Bets. 'The best I've ever seen. I guess he'll boast about them till we're sick of hearing about bruises. Didn't he make a thump when he fell? Did you and Larry find the tramp? What happened?'
'Well, he's not the person who hid in the ditch, nor the one whose coat got caught on the brambles,' said Pip. 'We saw both his shoes and his coat. He heard all the quarrels that went on. Larry and I thought we'd ask him a few questions tomorrow, when he comes to get the boots. I believe he could tell us quite a few things if he was certain we wouldn't put the police after him. He may even have spotted who was hiding in the ditch!'
'Oooh!' said Bets, thrilled. 'Oh, Pip, wasn't it funny when the tramp woke and saw Larry kneeling in front of him - and after that, old Clear-Orf doing the same thing!'
'Yes, it was funny,' said Pip, grinning. 'Hallo, there's Fatty and Buster.'
Fatty limped into the garden, walking extremely stiffly. He had tried to make up his mind whether to act very heroically, and pooh-pooh His fall, but limp to make the others sorry for him, or whether to make out that he had hurt himself inside very badly and frighten them.
At the moment he was behaving heroically. He smiled at Bets and Pip and sat down very gingerly.
'Do you hurt much?' asked Bets sympathetically.
'Oh, I'm all right,' said Fatty, in a very, very brave
voice. 'A fall off a rick isn't much! Don't you worry about me!'
The others stared at him in admiration.
'Do you want to see my bruises?' asked Fatty.
'I've seen them,' said Bets. 'But I don't mind seeing them again. I like bruises best when they begin to go yellow, really. Pip hasn't seen them, have you. Pip?'
Pip was torn between wanting to see the bruises, and not wanting Fatly to boast and show them off. Fatty didn't wait for him to answer, however. He began to strip off various garments, and display braises of many sizes and shapes. They were certainly good ones.
'I've never seen such beauties,' said Pip, unable to stop himself admiring them. 'I never have bruises like that. I suppose it's being fat that makes them spread so. Won't you look lovely when you go yellow-green?'
'That's one thing about me,' said Fatty, 'I'm a wonderful bruiser. Once, when I ran into the goal-post at football, I got a bruise just here that was exactly the shape of a church-bell. It was most peculiar.'
'Oh, I wish I'd seen it,' said Bets.
'And another time,' said Fatty, 'some one hit me with a stick - just here - and the next morning the bruise was exactly like a snake, head and all.'
Pip reached out for a stick. 'I'll give you another snake if you like,' he said. 'Just tell me where you'd like it.'
Fatty was offended. 'Don't be mean,' he said.
'Well, shut up about snakes and church-bells then,' said Pip, in disgust. 'Bets has only got to say 'Oh, how wonderful,' and you make up the tallest stories I've ever heard. Hallo -- here are Larry and Daisy.'
Fatty didn't like to say any more about his bruises, though he was simply longing to show them to the others. Lany had been thinking a lot about everything whilst he had gobbled up his late dinner, and he had his plans all ready. He didn't even ask poor Fatty how he felt after his fall, but started off straightaway with His ideas.
'Look here,' he said, 'I've been thinking about Clear-Orf. I don't like him knowing about those footprints. We
don't want him to solve this mystery before we do. For all we know he's got his eye on Peeks and Mr, Smellie too, as well as the tramp. We must get in first. It would be too awful if horrid old Clear-Orf found out everything before we did!'
'It would.,' agreed every one wholeheartedly. Buster wagged His tail.
'We must see this man-servant, Peeks,' said Larry. 'It's most important I don't suspect that old tramp any more now that I've seen His shoes and coat. Anyway, I'm certain that if he had fired the cottage, he would have fled away out of the district as soon as ever he could. As it is, he's still about. I don't believe he did it. I'm much more inclined to think that Peeks did it. We must find out.'
'We must,' agreed every one again.
