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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.
    “I shall question the tramp closely tomorrow,” said Larry, rather grandly. “I feel certain he can tell us plenty. Fatty, do you think you and Daisy could find out about Peeks tomorrow? I’ll stay here with Pip and Bets and question the tramp.”
    “Right!” said Fatty and Daisy joyfully. If only they could get ahead of Clear-Orf! They simply must beat him!
    Lily comes into the Story.
    Fatty really was too stiff to want to do anything more that day, so Larry, Pip and Daisy left Mm in the garden with Bets and Buster, reading quietly. They thought they would go down to Mr. Hick’s house and talk to Mrs. Minns again.
    “We ought really to find out if Mrs. Minns could have fired the cottage herself,” said Larry. “I don’t feel as if she did, but you can’t go by feelings if you are a detective. Also, we must get Horace Peek’s address.”
    “We’ll take some fish for Sweetie, the cat,” said Daisy.
    “I think there was some left over that cook might let me have. Mrs. Miens will be awfully pleased to see us if we take a present for Sweetie.”
    The cook gave her a fish-head, wrapped up in paper. Buster smelt it and wanted to follow Daisy., but Fatty held him firmly by the collar.
    “It’s no good him coming,” said Daisy. “He’d be sure to chase Sweetie, and then Mrs. Minns would chase us!”
    They went down the lane together. “Leave me to do the talking,” said Larry.
    Daisy laughed. “Don’t you worry - it will be Mrs. Minns who does it!” she said.
    They arrived at the kitchen door and looked inside. Lily was there, writing a letter. She looked as if she had been crying. “Where’s Mrs. Minns?” asked Larry.
    “Upstairs,” said Lily. “She’s in a bad temper. I upset a jug of milk over her, and she keeps on saying I did it on purpose.”
    “Were you here on the night of the fire?” asked Larry. Lily shook her head.
    “Where were you, then?” asked Larry. “Didn’t you see the fire?”
    “I saw it when I came back from my evening off,” said Lily. “Never you mind where I was. It’s got nothing to do with you!”
    “I know,” said Larry, surprised at Lily’s violent tone. “What I can’t understand is - why didn’t Mrs. Minns or her sister smell the fire when it began!”
    “Here’s Mrs. Mirhis’s sister now,” said Lily, looking up as a very fat woman, with twinkling eyes under a big hat trimmed with flowers, came up to the kitchen door. She looked in and seemed surprised to see the children.
    “Hallo, Mrs. Jones,” said Lily sulkily. “Mrs. Minns is upstairs changing her dress. She won’t be a minute.”
    Mrs. Jones came in and sank into a rocking-chair, breathing heavily. “My, it’s hot today,” she said. “Who are all these children?”
    “We live up the lane,” said Pip. “We’ve brought a fish-head for Sweetie.”
    “Where are all the kittens?” said Daisy, looking at the empty basket.
    “Oh!” said Lily. “I hope they haven’t gone out of the kitchen and upstairs. Mrs. Minns told me to keep the door shut!”
    “Perhaps the kittens are outside,” said Larry, shutting the door that led into the hall. He didn’t particularly want Mr. Hick to hear the talking in the kitchen and come in. “Oh - there’s Sweetie!”
    The big black and white cat came into the kitchen, her tail straight up in the air. She smelt the fish-head and went to Daisy. Daisy unwrapped it and put it into the cat’s dinner-bowl in a corner of the kitchen. Sweetie immediately took it out of the bowl and began to eat it on the floor.
    “Was Sweetie frightened of the fire the other night?” asked Pip, thinking it was about