Presently Albert-next-door looked over the wall. We do not like him very much, but we let him play with us sometimes, because his father is dead, and you must not be unkind to orphans, even if their mothers are alive. Albert is always very tidy. He wears frilly collars and velvet knickerbockers. I cant think how he can bear to.
So we said, Hallo!
And he said, What are you up to?
Were digging for treasure, said Alice; an ancient parchment revealed to us the place of concealment. Come over and help us. When we have dug deep enough we shall find a great pot of red clay, full of gold and precious jewels.
Albert-next-door only sniggered and said, What silly nonsense! He cannot play properly at all. It is very strange, because he has a very nice uncle. You see, Albert-next-door doesnt care for reading, and he has not read nearly so many books as we have, so he is very foolish and ignorant, but it cannot be helped, and you just have to put up with it when you want him to do anything. Besides, it is wrong to be angry with people for not being so clever as you are yourself. It is not always their faults.
So Oswald said, Come and dig! Then you shall share the treasure when weve found it.
But he said, I shantI dont like diggingand Im just going in to my tea.
Come along and dig, theres a good boy, Alice said. You can use my spade. Its much the best
So he came along and dug, and when once he was over the wall we kept him at it, and we worked as well, of course, and the hole got deep. Pincher worked toohe is our dog and he is very good at digging. He digs for rats in the dustbin sometimes, and gets very dirty. But we love our dog, even when his face wants washing.
I expect we shall have to make a tunnel, Oswald said, to reach the rich treasure. So he jumped into the hole and began to dig at one side. After that we took it in turns to dig at the tunnel, and Pincher was most useful in scraping the earth out of the tunnelhe does it with his back feet when you say Rats! and he digs with his front ones, and burrows with his nose as well.
At last the tunnel was nearly a yard long, and big enough to creep along to find the treasure, if only it had been a bit longer. Now it was Alberts turn to go in and dig, but he funked it.
Take your turn like a man, said Oswaldnobody can say that Oswald doesnt take his turn like a man. But Albert wouldnt. So we had to make him, because it was only fair.
Its quite easy, Alice said. You just crawl in and dig with your hands. Then when you come out we can scrape out what youve done, with the spades. Comebe a man. You wont notice it being dark in the tunnel if you shut your eyes tight. Weve all been in except Doraand she doesnt like worms.
I dont like worms neither. Albert-next-door said this; but we remembered how he had picked a fat red and black worm up in his fingers and thrown it at Dora only the day before. So we put him in.
But he would not go in head first, the proper way, and dig with his hands as we had done, and though Oswald was angry at the time, for he hates snivellers, yet afterwards he owned that perhaps it was just as well. You should never be afraid to own that perhaps you were mistakenbut it is cowardly to do it unless you are quite sure you are in the wrong.
Let me go in feet first, said Albert-next-door. Ill dig with my bootsI will truly, honour bright.
So we let him get in feet firstand he did it very slowly and at last he was in, and only his head sticking out into the hole; and all the rest of him in the tunnel.
Now dig with your boots, said Oswald; and, Alice, do catch hold of Pincher, hell be digging again in another minute, and perhaps it would be uncomfortable for Albert if Pincher threw the mould into his eyes.
You should always try to think of these little things. Thinking of other peoples comfort makes them like you. Alice held Pincher, and we all shouted, Kick! dig with your feet, for all youre worth!
So Albert-next-door began to dig with his feet, and we stood on the ground over him, waitingand all in a minute the ground gave way, and we tumbled together in a heap: and when we got up there was a little shallow hollow where we had been standing, and Albert-next-door was underneath, stuck quite fast, because the roof of the tunnel had tumbled in on him. He is a horribly unlucky boy to have anything to do with.
It was dreadful the way he cried and screamed, though he had to own it didnt hurt, only it was rather heavy and he couldnt move his legs. We would have dug him out all right enough, in time, but he screamed so we were afraid the police would come, so Dicky climbed over the wall, to tell the cook there to tell Albert-next-doors uncle he had been buried by mistake, and to come and help dig him out.
Dicky was a long time gone. We wondered what had become of him, and all the while the screaming went on and on, for we had taken the loose earth off Alberts face so that he could scream quite easily and comfortably.
Presently Dicky came back and Albert-next-doors uncle came with him. He has very long legs, and his hair is light and his face is brown. He has been to sea, but now he writes books. I like him.
He told his nephew to stow it, so Albert did, and then he asked him if he was hurtand Albert had to say he wasnt, for though he is a coward, and very unlucky, he is not a liar like some boys are.
This promises to be a protracted if agreeable task, said Albert-next-doors uncle, rubbing his hands and looking at the hole with Alberts head in it. I will get another spade, so he fetched the big spade out of the next-door garden tool-shed, and began to dig his nephew out.
Mind you keep very still, he said, or I might chunk a bit out of you with the spade. Then after a while he said
I confess that I am not absolutely insensible to the dramatic interest of the situation. My curiosity is excited. I own that I should like to know how my nephew happened to be buried. But dont tell me if youd rather not. I suppose no force was used?
Only moral force, said Alice. They used to talk a lot about moral force at the High School where she went, and in case you dont know what it means Ill tell you that it is making people do what they dont want to, just by slanging them, or laughing at them, or promising them things if theyre good.
Only moral force, eh? said Albert-next-doors uncle. Well?
Well, Dora said, Im very sorry it happened to AlbertId rather it had been one of us. It would have been my turn to go into the tunnel, only I dont like worms, so they let me off. You see we were digging for treasure.
Yes, said Alice, and I think we were just coming to the underground passage that leads to the secret hoard, when the tunnel fell in on Albert. He is so unlucky, and she sighed.
Then Albert-next-door began to scream again, and his uncle wiped his facehis own face, not Albertswith his silk handkerchief, and then he put it in his trousers pocket. It seems a strange place to put a handkerchief, but he had his coat and waistcoat off and I suppose he wanted the handkerchief handy. Digging is warm work.
He told Albert-next-door to drop it, or he wouldnt proceed further in the matter, so Albert stopped screaming, and presently his uncle finished digging him out. Albert did look so funny, with his hair all dusty and his velvet suit covered with mould and his face muddy with earth and crying.
We all said how sorry we were, but he wouldnt say a word back to us. He was most awfully sick to think hed been the one buried, when it might just as well have been one of us. I felt myself that it was hard lines.
We all said how sorry we were, but he wouldnt say a word back to us. He was most awfully sick to think hed been the one buried, when it might just as well have been one of us. I felt myself that it was hard lines.
So you were digging for treasure, said Albert-next-doors uncle, wiping his face again with his handkerchief. Well, I fear that your chances of success are small. I have made a careful study of the whole subject. What I dont know about buried treasure is not worth knowing. And I never knew more than one coin buried in any one gardenand that is generallyHullowhats that?
He pointed to something shining in the hole he had just dragged Albert out of. Oswald picked it up. It was a half-crown. We looked at each other, speechless with surprise and delight, like in books.
Well, thats lucky, at all events, said Albert-next-doors uncle.
Lets see, thats fivepence each for you.
Its fourpencesomething; I cant do fractions, said Dicky; there are seven of us, you see.
Oh, you count Albert as one of yourselves on this occasion, eh?
Of course, said Alice; and I say, he was buried after all. Why shouldnt we let him have the odd somethings, and well have fourpence each.
We all agreed to do this, and told Albert-next-door we would bring his share as soon as we could get the half-crown changed. He cheered up a little at that, and his uncle wiped his face againhe did look hotand began to put on his coat and waistcoat.
When he had done it he stooped and picked up something. He held it up, and you will hardly believe it, but it is quite trueit was another half-crown!
To think that there should be two! he said; in all my experience of buried treasure I never heard of such a thing!
I wish Albert-next-doors uncle would come treasure-seeking with us regularly; he must have very sharp eyes: for Dora says she was looking just the minute before at the very place where the second half-crown was picked up from, and she never saw it.
CHAPTER 3. BEING DETECTIVES
The next thing that happened to us was very interesting. It was as real as the half-crownsnot just pretending. I shall try to write it as like a real book as I can. Of course we have read Mr Sherlock Holmes, as well as the yellow-covered books with pictures outside that are so badly printed; and you get them for fourpence-halfpenny at the bookstall when the corners of them are beginning to curl up and get dirty, with people looking to see how the story ends when they are waiting for trains. I think this is most unfair to the boy at the bookstall. The books are written by a gentleman named Gaboriau, and Alberts uncle says they are the worst translations in the worldand written in vile English. Of course theyre not like Kipling, but theyre jolly good stories. And we had just been reading a book by Dick Diddlingtonthats not his right name, but I know all about libel actions, so I shall not say what his name is really, because his books are rot. Only they put it into our heads to do what I am going to narrate.
It was in September, and we were not to go to the seaside because it is so expensive, even if you go to Sheerness, where it is all tin cans and old boots and no sand at all. But every one else went, even the people next doornot Alberts side, but the other. Their servant told Eliza they were all going to Scarborough, and next day sure enough all the blinds were down and the shutters up, and the milk was not left any more. There is a big horse-chestnut tree between their garden and ours, very useful for getting conkers out of and for making stuff to rub on your chilblains. This prevented our seeing whether the blinds were down at the back as well, but Dicky climbed to the top of the tree and looked, and they were.
It was jolly hot weather, and very stuffy indoorswe used to play a good deal in the garden. We made a tent out of the kitchen clothes-horse and some blankets off our beds, and though it was quite as hot in the tent as in the house it was a very different sort of hotness. Alberts uncle called it the Turkish Bath. It is not nice to be kept from the seaside, but we know that we have much to be thankful for. We might be poor little children living in a crowded alley where even at summer noon hardly a ray of sunlight penetrates; clothed in rags and with bare feetthough I do not mind holes in my clothes myself, and bare feet would not be at all bad in this sort of weather. Indeed we do, sometimes, when we are playing at things which require it. It was shipwrecked mariners that day, I remember, and we were all in the blanket tent. We had just finished eating the things we had saved, at the peril of our lives, from the st-sinking vessel. They were rather nice things. Two-pennyworth of coconut candyit was got in Greenwich, where it is four ounces a pennythree apples, some macaronithe straight sort that is so useful to suck things throughsome raw rice, and a large piece of cold suet pudding that Alice nicked from the larder when she went to get the rice and macaroni. And when we had finished some one said
I should like to be a detective.
I wish to be quite fair, but I cannot remember exactly who said it. Oswald thinks he said it, and Dora says it was Dicky, but Oswald is too much of a man to quarrel about a little thing like that.
I should like to be a detective, saidperhaps it was Dicky, but I think notand find out strange and hidden crimes.
You have to be much cleverer than you are, said H. O.
Not so very, Alice said, because when youve read the books you know what the things mean: the red hair on the handle of the knife, or the grains of white powder on the velvet collar of the villains overcoat. I believe we could do it.
I shouldnt like to have anything to do with murders, said Dora; somehow it doesnt seem safe
And it always ends in the poor murderer being hanged, said Alice.
We explained to her why murderers have to be hanged, but she only said, I dont care. Im sure no one would ever do murdering twice. Think of the blood and things, and what you would see when you woke up in the night! I shouldnt mind being a detective to lie in wait for a gang of coiners, now, and spring upon them unawares, and secure themsingle-handed, you know, or with only my faithful bloodhound.
She stroked Pinchers ears, but he had gone to sleep because he knew well enough that all the suet pudding was finished. He is a very sensible dog. You always get hold of the wrong end of the stick, Oswald said. You cant choose what crimes youll be a detective about. You just have to get a suspicious circumstance, and then you look for a clue and follow it up. Whether it turns out a murder or a missing will is just a fluke.
Thats one way, Dicky said. Another is to get a paper and find two advertisements or bits of news that fit. Like this: Young Lady Missing, and then it tells about all the clothes she had on, and the gold locket she wore, and the colour of her hair, and all that; and then in another piece of the paper you see, Gold locket found, and then it all comes out.
We sent H. O. for the paper at once, but we could not make any of the things fit in. The two best were about how some burglars broke into a place in Holloway where they made preserved tongues and invalid delicacies, and carried off a lot of them. And on another page there was, Mysterious deaths in Holloway.
Oswald thought there was something in it, and so did Alberts uncle when we asked him, but the others thought not, so Oswald agreed to drop it. Besides, Holloway is a long way off. All the time we were talking about the paper Alice seemed to be thinking about something else, and when we had done she said