"Things are moving!" said Pip, rubbing His hands together. "They certainly are moving! I don't believe Horace Peeks had anything to do with it at all. Not a thing. I think it was Mr. Smellie. Look how scared he was when you and Daisy spoke to him about his walk that evening.
Why should he be scared if he hadn't done anything
wrong?"
"And we know His shoes are the right size, even if the rubber-soles don't match the drawing," said Daisy.
"Maybe he has got a pair that do match," said Fatty, "but he's hidden them somewhere in case he did leave footprints behind. He might have thought of that"
"Yes, that's so," said Larry. "If only we could find some one with a torn grey flannel suit - that really would settle matters!"
"We really ought to search and see if we can find those shoes," said Daisy. "I should think they are in His study somewhere. You know he told us that Miss Miggie isn't allowed to tidy up in there. He could easily pop them into a cupboard there, or behind those rows of books or somewhere."
"Daisy, that's a clever idea of yours," said Larry, pleased. "I believe you're right Shall I creep in tonight and have a hunt?"
"Are we allowed to get into people's houses and hunt for their shoes?" said Pip doubtfully.
"Well, we can't ask anybody that," said Larry. "We'll just have to do it. We're not doing anything wrong. We're only trying to find out something."