"No, you're too little," said Pip. Bets looked ready to cry.
"We three older ones will be proper detectives," said Larry, his eyes shining. "Pip, Daisy and me — the Three Great Detectives!"
"Can't I belong?" said the fat boy at once. "I've got plenty of brains."
The others looked at him doubtfully. His brains didn't show in his face, anyway.
"Well, we don't know you," said Larry. "My name is Frederick Algernon Trotteville," said the boy. "What are your names?"
"Mine is Laurence Daykin," said Larry, "and I'm thirteen."
"Mine's Margaret Daykin, and I'm twelve" said Daisy.
"I'm Philip Hilton, aged twelve, and this is Elizabeth, my baby-sister," said Pip.
The boy stared at them. "You're none of you called by your names, are you?" he said. "Larry for Laurence, Pip for Philip, Daisy for Margaret and Bets for Elizabeth. I'm always called Frederick."
For some reason this seemed funny to the others. The boy spoke in a drawling, affected kind of voice, and somehow the name of Frederick Algernon Trotteville just seemed to suit him.
"F for Frederick, A for Algernon, T for Trotteville," said Pip suddenly, with a grin. "F-A-T; it describes you rather well!"
Frederick Algernon Trotteville looked rather cross at first, then he gave a grin. "I am rather fat, aren't I?" he said. "I've an awful appetite, and I expect I eat too much."
"Your parents ought to have known better than to give you three names whose initials spelt FAT," said Daisy. "Poor old Fatty!"
Frederick Algernon sighed. He knew quite well that from now on he would be Fatty. He had already been Tubby and Sausage at school — now he would be Fatty in the holidays. He gazed at the little company of four friends.
"Can I belong to the detective-club?" he asked. "After all, I did tell you about the tramp."
"It isn't a club," said Larry. "It's just us three older ones banding together to solve a mystery."
"And me too!" cried Bets. "Oh, do say I can too! You're not to leave me out!"
"Don't leave her out," said Fatty unexpectedly. "She's only little, but she might be some use. And I think Buster ought to belong too. He might be awfully good at smelling out hidden things."
"What hidden things?" said Larry.
"Oh, I don't know," said Fatty vaguely. "You simply never know what you are going to find when you begin to solve a mystery."
"Oh, let's all belong, Fatty and Buster too. Please!" cried Bets. Buster felt the excitement and began to whine a little, pawing at Larry with a small black foot.
The three bigger ones felt much more inclined to let Fatty join them once they realized that Buster could come too. For Buster's sake they were willing to have Fatty, plump, conceited and stupid. Buster could be a sort of bloodhound. They felt certain that real detectives, who solved all sorts of mysteries, would have a bloodhound.
"Well," said Larry. "We'll all belong and try to solve the Mystery of the Burnt Cottage."
"We're the Five Find-Outers and Dog," said Bets. Every one laughed. "What a silly name!" said Lany. But all the same, it stuck, and for the rest of those holidays, and for a very long time after, the Five Find-Outers and Dog used that name continually for themselves.
"I know all about police and detectives," said Fatty. "I'd better be the head of us."
"No you won't," said Larry. "I bet you don't know any more than the rest of us. And don't think that we're so stupid as not to see what a very good opinion you've got of yourself! You might as well make up your mind straightaway that we shan't believe half the tall stories you tell us! As for being head — I shall be. I always am."
"That's right," said Pip. "Larry's clever. He shall be the head of the bold Find-Outers."
"All right," said Fatty ungraciously. "I suppose it's four against one. Blow — is that half-past twelve, — yes, it is. I must go."
"Meet here this afternoon sharp at two," said Larry. "We will discuss the finding of clues then."
"Glues?" said Bets, not hearing the word properly. "Oh, that sounds exciting. Are glues sticky?"
"Idiot," said Pip. "What use you are going to be in the Find-Outers, I simply can't imagines".
At two o'clock sharp the Five Find-Outers and Dog met together in Pip's big garden. Pip was waiting for them, and he led them to the old summer-house.
"This had better be our headquarters," he said. "We shall keep wanting to meet and discuss things., I expect. It's a good place for that because it's at the bottom of the garden, and nobody can overhear us."
They all sat down on the wooden bench that ran round the old summer-house. Buster jumped up on to Larry's knees. Larry liked that. Fatty didn't seem to mind.
"Now," said Larry, "as I'm the head of us I'd better start things going. I'll just go over what we all know, and then we'll discuss what we should do."
"I do think this is exciting," said Bets, who was very much enjoying being one of the Big Ones.
"Don't interrupt. Bets," said Pip. Bets made her face solemn and sat still and straight.
"Well, we all know that Mr. Hick's cottage workroom, which stands at the end of his garden, was burnt down last night," said Larry. "Mr. Hick was not there till the end, because his chauffeur had gone to meet him off the London train. The insurance people say that petrol was used to start the fire, so some one must have done it on purpose. The Find-Outers have made up their minds that they will find out who has done this crime. Is that right?"
"Quite right, and very well put," said Pip, at once. Buster wagged his tail hard. Fatty opened his mouth and began to speak in his high, affected voice.
"Well, I suggest that the first thing we do is to…" But Larry interrupted him at once.
"I'm doing the talking, Fatty, not you," he said. "Shut up!"
Fatty shut up but he didn't look at all pleased about it.
He put on a bored expression and rattled the money in His pocket.
"Now what we must do to find out who did the crime, is to discover who, if anyone, was near the workroom or in the garden that evening," said Larry, "Fatty tells us he saw a tramp. Well, we must find that tramp and somehow try to discover if he had anything to do with the fire. There's Mrs. Minus, the cook, too. We must find out about her."
"Oughtn't we to find out if anyone had a spite against Mr. Hick?" put in Daisy. "People don't go burning down cottages just for fun. It must have been done to pay Mr. Hick out for something, don't you think?"
"That's a very good point, Daisy," said Larry. "That's one of the things we will have to discover — who had a spite against Mr. Hick."
"I should think about a hundred people had," said Pip. "Our gardener said that he's got a very bad temper and nobody likes him."
"Well, if we could find out if anyone with a spite was in the garden yesterday evening, we've as good as got the man!" said Larry.
"Also we must find clues," put in Fatty who could not be quiet any longer.
"Glues," said Bets joyfully. She loved the sound of that word. "What are glues?"
"Bets, you really are a baby," said Pip. "It's not glues, it's clues."
"Well, what are clues?" asked Bets.
"Clues are things that help us to find out what we want to know," said Larry. "For instance, in a detective story I was reading the other day, a thief dropped a cigarette end in the shop he was burgling, and when the police picked it up, they found it was an unusual kind of cigarette. They went round trying to find out who smoked that kind, and when at last they found out, they had got the thief! So the cigarette end was a clue."
"I see," said Bets. "I shall find heaps of glues — I mean clues. I shall love that."
"We must all keep our eyes and ears open for clues of any sort," said Larry. "Now, for instance, we might find footprint clues. You know — footprints leading to the cottage made by the criminal."
Fatty laughed scornfully. The others looked at Mm. "What's the joke?" asked Larry coldly.
"Oh, nothing," said Fatty. "It just made me laugh a bit when I thought of you hunting for footprints in Mr. Hick's garden. There can't be less than about a million, I should think — with all the people who were there watching the fire last night."
Larry went red. He glared at Fatty's round face, and Fatty grinned back.
"The man who started the fire might have been hiding in the hedge or somewhere, wailing for his chance," said Larry. "Nobody went into the hedge last night. We might find footprints there, mightn't we? In the ditch, where it's muddy?"
"Yes, we might," said Fatty. "But it's no good looking for footprints leading to the cottage! Mine are there, and yours, and old Clear-Orf's, and a hundred others,"
"I vote we don't let Clear-Orf know we are solving the mystery," said Pip.
"It's his mystery!" said Daisy. "He's as pleased as a dog with two tails because he's got a real crime to solve."
"Well, we'll keep out of Clear-Orf s way," said Larry. "Won't he look silly when we tell him who really did do it! Because I'm sure we shall find out, you know, if we all work together and try hard."
"What shall we do for a beginning?" asked Pip, who was longing to do something.
"We must look for clues. We must find out more about the tramp in the torn mackintosh and old hat that Fatty saw," said Larry. "We must find out if anyone has a spite against Mr. Hick. We must find out if anyone had the chance of getting into the workroom that day, to fire it."
"It wouldn't be a bad idea to talk to Mrs. Minns, the cook," said Daisy. "She would know if anyone had been about that day. And hasn't Mr. Hick got another manservant besides his chauffeur?"
"Yes, he's got a valet, but I don't know his name," said Larry. "We'll find out about him too. Golly., we've got a lot to do."
"Let's all go and look for glues first," said Bets, who quite thought she would find all kinds of things round and about the burnt cottage, which would tell at once who the wrong-doer might be.
"Right," said Larry, who rather wanted to hunt for clues himself. "Now, listen — we may be turned off if anyone sees us poking about at the bottom of Mr. Hick's garden. So I shall drop a shilling somewhere, and if we are questioned I shall say I've dropped a shilling, and then they'll think we are looking for it. It'll be quite true — I shall drop a shilling!"
"All right," said Pip, getting up. "Come on. Let's go now — and after that I should think the next thing to do is for one of us to go and have a talk with Mrs. Minns. I bet she'll be glad enough to jabber about everything. We might learn a lot of useful things from her."
Buster leapt down from Larry's knee, his tail wagging. "I believe he understood every word!" said Bets. "He's just as keen to look for glues as we are!"
"You and your glues!" said Larry, laughing. "Come on, Find-Outers! This is going to be exciting!"
"Now," said Larry, half-whispering. "We've got to look about and see if we can find anything to help us."
It was plainly no use to look about where all the watchers had been the night before. The garden was completely trampled down just there, and the criss-cross of footprints was everywhere. The children separated, and very solemnly began to hunt about alongside the overgrown path to the cottage, and in the tall hedges that overhung the ditches at the bottom of the garden.
Buster looked too, but as he had a firm idea that every one was hunting for rabbits, he put his nose down each rabbit hole, and scraped violently and hopefully. It always seemed to him a great pity that rabbits didn't make their holes big enough for dogs. How easy, then, to chase a scampering bunny!
"Look at Buster hunting for clues," said Pip, with a giggle.
The children looked for footprints. There were none on the path, which was made of cinders, and showed no footmarks at all, of course. They looked about in the celandines that grew in their hundreds beside the path. But there was nothing to be seen there either.
Pip wandered off to a ditch over which hung a drooping hedge of bramble and wild rose. And there he found something! He gave a low and excited call to the others.
"Here! I say, come here! I've found something!"
At once everyone crowded over to him. Buster too. His nose quivering. "What is it?" said Larry.
Pip pointed into the muddy ditch beside him. Nettles grew there, and they were trampled down. It was plain that someone had stood there in the ditch — and the only reason for standing in nettles in a muddy ditch was to hide!
"But that's not all!" said Pip, excited. "Look — here's where the person came in and went out!"
He pointed to the hedge behind, and the children saw a gap there, with broken and bent sprays and twigs, showing where some one had forced His way in and out.
"Oooh," said Daisy, her eyes very wide. "Is this a clue, Larry?"
"A very big one," said Larry, pleased. "Pip, have you seen any footprints?"
Pip shook his head. "The man who hid here seemed to tread on the nettles all the time," he said. "Look, you can see where he went — keeping in the ditch. See where the nettles are broken down."
The children cautiously followed the broken-down patches of nettles. The ditch curved round to the back of the cottage — but there, unfortunately, so many people had trampled the night before, that it was impossible to pick out any footsteps and say, "Those are the man's!"
"Well, look here, although we can't find any footsteps in the garden that belong to the hiding man, we might be able to find some on the other side of the hedge," said Fatty. "What about us all squeezing through that gap where the man got in and out, and seeing if we can spy anything the other side."
They all scrambled through the hole in the hedge. Fatty was the last. His eye caught sight of something as he squeezed through. It was a bit of grey flannel, caught on a thorn.
He gave a low whistle and clutched at Larry, who was just in front of him. He pointed to the scrap of flannel.
"The man tore his coat as he got through this gap," he said."See that? My word, we are getting on! We know that he wore a grey flannel suit now!"
Larry carefully took off the scrap of grey rag from the thorn. He put it into a match-box, wishing that he, and not Fatty, had noticed it.
"Good for you!" he said. "Yes — that may be a very valuable clue."
"Has Fatty found a glue?" asked Bets., in excitement. Every one crowded round to hear what Fatty had discovered. Larry opened the match-box and showed the bit of grey flannel.
"Now we've only got to find some one who wears a suit of grey flannel, a bit torn somewhere, and we've got the man!" said Daisy, pleased.
"I think we're much cleverer than Clear-Orf," said Pip.
"I've got awfully sharp eyes, you know," said Fatty, feeling tremendously pleased with himself. "Fancy, no one but me saw that! I really have got brains."