“All right, all right,” said Fatty. “Keep your hair on. Good! - there’s the bell for tea. I’m frightfully hungry.”
“You always are,” said Daisy, still feeling cross.
But at the sight of the fine tea Mrs. Trotteville had provided, not one of them had any feelings but pleasure. A good tea - and a first-class mystery waiting to be solved. What could be nicer?
Old Clear-Orf is a Nuisance
It was decided that all the Find-Outers should meet next day and walk to Milton House, to see the house-agent’s board.
“We could also do a bit of snooping round,” said Daisy. “I want to climb that tree, for one thing!”
“Well, we mustn’t let Clear-Orf see us doing it,” said Pip. “That would give the game away.”
“As soon as we’ve got the name of the house-agent we’ll let Fatty go and do his stuff,” said Larry. “We could wait at the house till he comes back. Then we could use the keys he brings, and go in.”
This seemed a good plan. They all hoped that the fog would clear away the next day, otherwise their parents might not let them go walking away from the roads they knew well. Milton House lay over the hill, rather off the usual track. Beyond it lay the open country, and big empty fields stretched away for miles.
The day was fine and sunny. Every one rejoiced. Now they could certainly go to Milton House. They set off soon after breakfast, joining up at different corners. Buster went with them, of course, and walked along more solemnly than usual, just as if he knew a mystery was somewhere near.