Then the whole plan worked as if it had been oiled! "Miss Harmer! MISS HARMER!" called Daisy.
Miss Harmer heard. She turned her head and listened. Daisy called again, "MISS HARMER!"
Miss Harmer opened the greenhouse door and stepped out. "Who's calling me?" she cried. And at that very moment Miss Trimble appeared, trotting down the path, her glasses set crooked on her nose.
"Oh, Miss Trimble! Did you call me? What did you want me for?" asked Miss Harmer.
"No, I didn't call you," said Miss Trimble, her glasses falling off. "But I certainly heard someone shouting for you. Would it be Lady Candling?"
"Why does she want me?" said Miss Harmer, going up the path. "Where is she?"
"She's over by the lawn," said Miss Trimble. "I'll show you."
The two went up the path together and were soon out of sight of the greenhouse. Pip at once saw his chance, slipped in at the other door, went to Miss Harmer's coat and ran his hand quickly through the big pockets. He found the key at once!
Then he and Daisy made their way joyfully through the bushes to the cat-house, where the others were waiting most impatiently for them. "Here's the key," said Pip proudly. "Now, come on, let's hurry up and sniff round the cage."
"I'll go in with Bets," said Fatty. "Not you others, or the cats will have a fit. I've got a very good nose for smelling, and as it was Bets' idea I think she ought to come in too."