"I thought the children would like to share your eleven o'clock lunch with you, sirs" said Miss Miggle. She turned to look at Daisy. "Gracious, child - is that your hanky up the front of your jersey. What a place to keep it!"
Larry glanced at his sister and was amazed to see the curious lump behind her jersey.
"I keep all kinds of things up my jersey-front," said Daisy, hoping that no one would ask her to show what
she had. Nobody did. Larry was just about to, but stopped himself in time on seeing that the lump was decidedly the shape of a shoe!
The children had milk and buns, but Mr. Smellie did not touch his. Miss Miggle kept at his elbow, trying to stop him talking and to make him eat and drink.
"You have your milk now, sir," she kept saying. "You didn't have your breakfast, you know." She turned to the children. "Ever since the night of the fire poor Mr. Smellie has been terribly upset. Haven't you, sir?"
"Well, the loss of those unique and quite irreplaceable documents in the fire gave me a shock," said Mr. Smellie. "Worth thousands of pounds they were. Oh, I know Hick was insured and will get his money back all right, but that isn't the point. The documents were of the greatest imaginable value."
"Did you quarrel about those that morning?" asked Daisy.
"Oh no; you see, Hick said these documents here, that I've just been showing you, were written by a man called Ulinus," said Mr. Smellie earnestly, "and I know perfectly well that they were written by three different people. I could not make Mr. Hick see reason. He flew into a terrible temper, and practically turned me out of the house. In fact, he really frightened me. He frightened me so much that I left my documents behind."
"Poor Mr. Smellie," said Daisy. "I suppose you didn't know anything about the fire till the morning?"