'You haven't shown them what you found, Tricksy,' said Hamish.
'No,' said Tricksy, 'neither I have,' and she fumbled in her pocket and drew out a crumpled paper which she gave to Allan.
Her brother looked at it.
'What's this?' he said. 'I don't understand.'
'Look at the number, Allan, and the date,' said Hamish.
Allan examined the paper; then flushed to the ears.
'Tricksy, you little owl,' he burst out; 'to think of you going on about your potty little feelings and wounded dignity and all that when you had this to show us.'