Uncle Quentin took the bottle and stared at it. 'Camphorated oil!' he said. 'Of course I didn't take it there. Why should I?'
'Well - who took it there, then?' asked Aunt Fanny, puzzled. 'None of the children has a cold - and anyway, they wouldn't think of the camphorated oil, and take it into the study to use! It's most extraordinary!'
Everyone was astonished. Why should a bottle of camphorated oil appear in the study fender?’
Only one person could think why. It suddenly came into Anne's mind in a flash. George had said she had taken Timmy into the study, and rubbed him with oil! He had had a cough, that was why. And she had left the oil in the study. Oh dear, oh dear - now what would happen? What a pity George had forgotten the oil!
Anne went very red again as she looked at the oil. Mr. Roland, whose eyes seemed very sharp this morning, looked hard at the little girl.
'Anne! You know something about that oil!' he said suddenly. 'What do you know? Did you put it there?'
'No,' said Anne. 'I haven't been into the study. I said I hadn't.'
'Do you know anything about the oil?' said Mr. Roland, again. 'You do know something.'
Everyone stared at Anne. She stared back. This was simply dreadful. She could not give George away. She could not. George was in quite enough trouble as it was, without getting into any more. She pursed up her little mouth and did not answer.
'Anne!' said Mr. Roland, sternly. 'Answer when you are spoken to.'
Anne said nothing. The two boys stared at her, guessing that it was something to do with George. They did not know that George had brought Timothy in the night before.
'Anne, dear,' said her aunt, gently. 'Tell us if you know something. It might help us to find out what has happened to Uncle Quentin's papers. It is very, very, important.'
Still Anne said nothing. Her eyes filled with tears. Julian squeezed her arm.
'Don't bother Anne,' he said to the grown-ups. 'If she thinks she can't tell you, she's got some very good reason.'
'I think she's shielding George,' said Mr. Roland. 'Is that it, Anne?'
Anne burst into tears. Julian put his arms round his little sister, and spoke again to the three grown-ups.
'Don't bother Anne! Can't you see she's upset?'
'We'll let George speak for herself, when she thinks will come in,' said Mr. Roland. 'I'm sure she knows how that bottle got there - and if she put it there herself must have been into the study - and she's the only person that has been there.'
The boys could not think for one moment that George would do such a thing as spoil her father's work. Anne feared it, and it upset her. She sobbed in Julian's arms.
'When George comes in, send her to me in my study,' said Uncle Quentin, irritably. 'How can a man work when these upsets go on? I was always against having children in the house.'
He stamped out, tall, cross and frowning. The children were glad to see him go. Mr. Roland shut the books on the table with a snap.
'We can't do any more lessons this morning,' he said. ‘Put on your things and go out for a walk till dinner- time.'
'Yes, do,' said Aunt Fanny, looking white and worried. 'That's a good idea.'
Mr. Roland and their aunt went out of the room. 'I don't know if Mr. Roland thinks he's coming out with us,' said Julian, in a low voice, 'but we've got to get out first and give him the slip. We've got to find George and warn her what's up.'
'Right!' said Dick. 'Dry your eyes, Anne darling. Hurry and get your things. We'll slip out of the garden door before Mr. Roland comes down. I bet George has gone for her favourite walk over the cliffs. We'll meet her!' The three children threw on their outdoor things and crept out of the garden door quietly. They raced down the garden path, and out of the gate before Mr. Roland even knew they were gone! They made their way to the cliffs, and looked to see if George was coming.
'There she is - and Timothy, too!' cried Julian, pointing. 'George! George! Quick, we've got something to tell you!'
Chapter Twelve
GEORGE IN TROUBLE
'WHAT'S the matter?' asked George, as the three children tore up to her. 'Has something happened?'
'Yes, George. Someone has taken three most important pages out of your father's book!' panted Julian. 'And broken the test-tubes he was making an experiment with. Mr. Roland thinks you might have had something to do with it!'
'The beast!' said George, her blue eyes deepening with anger. 'As if I'd do a thing like that! Why should he think it's me, anyway?'
'Well, George, you left that bottle of oil in the study fender,' said Anne. 'I haven't told anyone at all what you told me happened last night - but somehow Mr. Roland guessed you had something to do with the bottle of oil.'
'Didn't you tell the boys how I got Timmy indoors?' asked George. 'Well, there's nothing much to tell, Julian, I just heard poor old Tim coughing in the night, and I half-dressed, went down, and took him into the study, where there was a fire. Mother keeps a bottle of oil that she used to rub her chest with when she has a cough -so I thought it might do Timmy's cold good, too. I got the oil and rubbed him well - and we both fell asleep by the fire till six o'clock. I was sleepy when I woke up, and forgot the oil. That's all.'
'And you didn't take any pages from the book Uncle Quentin is writing, and you didn't break anything in the study, did you?' said Anne.
'Of course not, silly,' said George, indignantly. 'How can you ask me a thing like that? You must be mad.'
George never told a lie, and the others always believed her, whatever she said. They stared at her, and she stared back.
'I wonder who could have taken those pages then?' said Julian. 'Maybe your father will come across them, after all. I expect he put them into some safe place and then forgot all about them. And the test-tubes might easily have over-balanced and broken themselves. Some of them look very shaky to me.'
'I suppose I shall get into trouble now for taking Tim into the study,' said George.
'And for not coming into lessons this morning,' said Dick. 'You really are an idiot, George. I never knew anyone like you for walking right into trouble.'
'Hadn't you better stay out a bit longer, till everyone has calmed down a bit?' said Anne.
'No,' said George at once. 'If I'm going to get into a row, I'll get into it now! I'm not afraid!'
She marched over the cliff path, with Timmy running round her as usual. The others followed. It wasn't nice to think that George was going to get into such trouble.
They came to the house and went up the path.
Mr. Roland saw them from the window and opened the door. He glanced at George.
'Your father wants to see you in the study,' said the tutor. Then he turned to the others, looking annoyed.
'Why did you go out without me? I meant to go with you.'
'Oh did you, sir? I'm sorry,' said Julian, politely, not looking at Mr. Roland. 'We just went out on the cliff a little way.'
'Georgina, did you go into the study last night?' asked Mr. Roland, watching George as she took off her hat and coat.
I'll answer my father's questions, not yours,' said George.
'What you want is a good spanking,' said Mr. Roland. 'And if I were your father I'd give it to you!'
'You're not my father,' answered George. She went to the study door and opened it. There was no one there.
'Father isn't here,' said George.
'He'll be there in a minute,' said Mr. Roland. 'Go in and wait. And you others, go up and wash for lunch.'
The other three children felt almost as if they were deserting George as they went up the stairs. They could
