d.i.c.ky thought it ought to be something fat, because coiners are always a desperate gang; and the machinery they make the coins with is so heavy and handy for knocking down detectives.
Then it was tea-time, and we went in; and Dora and H. O. had clubbed their money together and bought a melon; quite a big one, and only a little bit squashy at one end. It was very good, and then we washed the seeds and made things with them and with pins and cotton. And n.o.body said any more about watching the house next door.
Only when we went to bed d.i.c.ky took off his coat and waistcoat, but he stopped at his braces, and said--
"What about the coiners?"
Oswald had taken off his collar and tie, and he was just going to say the same, so he said, "Of course I meant to watch, only my collar"s rather tight, so I thought I"d take it off first."
d.i.c.ky said he did not think the girls ought to be in it, because there might be danger, but Oswald reminded him that they had promised Alice, and that a promise is a sacred thing, even when you"d much rather not. So Oswald got Alice alone under pretence of showing her a caterpillar--Dora does not like them, and she screamed and ran away when Oswald offered to show it her. Then Oswald explained, and Alice agreed to come and watch if she could. This made us later than we ought to have been, because Alice had to wait till Dora was quiet and then creep out very slowly, for fear of the boards creaking. The girls sleep with their room-door open for fear of burglars. Alice had kept on her clothes under her nightgown when Dora wasn"t looking, and presently we got down, creeping past Father"s study, and out at the gla.s.s door that leads on to the veranda and the iron steps into the garden. And we went down very quietly, and got into the chestnut-tree; and then I felt that we had only been playing what Albert"s uncle calls our favourite instrument--I mean the Fool. For the house next door was as dark as dark. Then suddenly we heard a sound--it came from the gate at the end of the garden. All the gardens have gates; they lead into a kind of lane that runs behind them. It is a sort of back way, very convenient when you don"t want to say exactly where you are going. We heard the gate at the end of the next garden click, and d.i.c.ky nudged Alice so that she would have fallen out of the tree if it had not been for Oswald"s extraordinary presence of mind. Oswald squeezed Alice"s arm tight, and we all looked; and the others were rather frightened because really we had not exactly expected anything to happen except perhaps a light. But now a m.u.f.fled figure, shrouded in a dark cloak, came swiftly up the path of the next-door garden. And we could see that under its cloak the figure carried a mysterious burden. The figure was dressed to look like a woman in a sailor hat.
We held our breath as it pa.s.sed under the tree where we were, and then it tapped very gently on the back door and was let in, and then a light appeared in the window of the downstairs back breakfast-room. But the shutters were up.
d.i.c.ky said, "My eye!" and wouldn"t the others be sick to think they hadn"t been in this! But Alice didn"t half like it--and as she is a girl I do not blame her. Indeed, I thought myself at first that perhaps it would be better to retire for the present, and return later with a strongly armed force.
"It"s not burglars," Alice whispered; "the mysterious stranger was bringing things in, not taking them out. They must be coiners--and oh, Oswald!--don"t let"s! The things they coin with must hurt very much. Do let"s go to bed!"
But d.i.c.ky said he was going to see; if there was a reward for finding out things like this he would like to have the reward.
"They locked the back door," he whispered, "I heard it go. And I could look in quite well through the holes in the shutters and be back over the wall long before they"d got the door open, even if they started to do it at once."
There were holes at the top of the shutters the shape of hearts, and the yellow light came out through them as well as through the c.h.i.n.ks of the shutters.
Oswald said if d.i.c.ky went he should, because he was the eldest; and Alice said, "If any one goes it ought to be me, because I thought of it."
So Oswald said, "Well, go then"; and she said, "Not for anything!" And she begged us not to, and we talked about it in the tree till we were all quite hoa.r.s.e with whispering.
At last we decided on a plan of action.
Alice was to stay in the tree, and scream "Murder!" if anything happened. d.i.c.ky and I were to get down into the next garden and take it in turns to peep.
So we got down as quietly as we could, but the tree made much more noise than it does in the day, and several times we paused, fearing that all was discovered. But nothing happened.
There was a pile of red flower-pots under the window and one very large one was on the window-ledge. It seemed as if it was the hand of Destiny had placed it there, and the geranium in it was dead, and there was nothing to stop your standing on it--so Oswald did. He went first because he is the eldest, and though d.i.c.ky tried to stop him because he thought of it first it could not be, on account of not being able to say anything.
So Oswald stood on the flower-pot and tried to look through one of the holes. He did not really expect to see the coiners at their fell work, though he had pretended to when we were talking in the tree. But if he had seen them pouring the base molten metal into tin moulds the shape of half-crowns he would not have been half so astonished as he was at the spectacle now revealed.
At first he could see little, because the hole had unfortunately been made a little too high, so that the eye of the detective could only see the Prodigal Son in a shiny frame on the opposite wall. But Oswald held on to the window-frame and stood on tiptoe and then he _saw_.
There was no furnace, and no base metal, no bearded men in leathern ap.r.o.ns with tongs and things, but just a table with a table-cloth on it for supper, and a tin of salmon and a lettuce and some bottled beer. And there on a chair was the cloak and the hat of the mysterious stranger, and the two people sitting at the table were the two youngest grown-up daughters of the lady next door, and one of them was saying--
"So I got the salmon three-halfpence cheaper, and the lettuces are only six a penny in the Broadway, just fancy! We must save as much as ever we can on our housekeeping money if we want to go away decent next year."
And the other said, "I wish we could _all_ go _every_ year, or else--Really, I almost wish--"
And all the time Oswald was looking d.i.c.ky was pulling at his jacket to make him get down and let d.i.c.ky have a squint. And just as she said "I almost," d.i.c.ky pulled too hard and Oswald felt himself toppling on the giddy verge of the big flower-pots. Putting forth all his strength our hero strove to recover his equi-what"s-its-name, but it was now lost beyond recall.
"You"ve done it this time!" he said, then he fell heavily among the flower-pots piled below. He heard them crash and rattle and crack, and then his head struck against an iron pillar used for holding up the next-door veranda. His eyes closed and he knew no more.
Now you will perhaps expect that at this moment Alice would have cried "Murder!" If you think so you little know what girls are. Directly she was left alone in that tree she made a bolt to tell Albert"s uncle all about it and bring him to our rescue in case the coiner"s gang was a very desperate one. And just when I fell, Albert"s uncle was getting over the wall. Alice never screamed at all when Oswald fell, but d.i.c.ky thinks he heard Albert"s uncle say, "Confound those kids!" which would not have been kind or polite, so I hope he did not say it.
The people next door did not come out to see what the row was. Albert"s uncle did not wait for them to come out. He picked up Oswald and carried the insensible body of the gallant young detective to the wall, laid it on the top, and then climbed over and bore his lifeless burden into our house and put it on the sofa in Father"s study. Father was out, so we needn"t have _crept_ so when we were getting into the garden. Then Oswald was restored to consciousness, and his head tied up, and sent to bed, and next day there was a lump on his young brow as big as a turkey"s egg, and very uncomfortable.
Albert"s uncle came in next day and talked to each of us separately.
To Oswald he said many unpleasant things about ungentlemanly to spy on ladies, and about minding your own business; and when I began to tell him what I had heard he told me to shut up, and altogether he made me more uncomfortable than the b.u.mp did.
Oswald did not say anything to any one, but next day, as the shadows of eve were falling, he crept away, and wrote on a piece of paper, "I want to speak to you," and shoved it through the hole like a heart in the top of the next-door shutters. And the youngest young lady put an eye to the heart-shaped hole, and then opened the shutter and said "Well?" very crossly. Then Oswald said--
"I am very sorry, and I beg your pardon. We wanted to be detectives, and we thought a gang of coiners infested your house, so we looked through your window last night. I saw the lettuce, and I heard what you said about the salmon being three-halfpence cheaper, and I know it is very dishonourable to pry into other people"s secrets, especially ladies", and I never will again if you will forgive me this once."
Then the lady frowned and then she laughed, and then she said--
"So it was you tumbling into the flower-pots last night? We thought it was burglars. It frightened us horribly. Why, what a b.u.mp on your poor head!"
And then she talked to me a bit, and presently she said she and her sister had not wished people to know they were at home, because--And then she stopped short and grew very red, and I said, "I thought you were all at Scarborough; your servant told Eliza so. Why didn"t you want people to know you were at home?"
The lady got redder still, and then she laughed and said--
"Never mind the reason why. I hope your head doesn"t hurt much. Thank you for your nice, manly little speech. _You"ve_ nothing to be ashamed of, at any rate." Then she kissed me, and I did not mind. And then she said, "Run away now, dear. I"m going to--I"m going to pull up the blinds and open the shutters, and I want to do it at _once_, before it gets dark, so that every one can see we"re at home, and not at Scarborough."
CHAPTER 4. GOOD HUNTING
When we had got that four shillings by digging for treasure we ought, by rights, to have tried d.i.c.ky"s idea of answering the advertis.e.m.e.nt about ladies and gentlemen and spare time and two pounds a week, but there were several things we rather wanted.
Dora wanted a new pair of scissors, and she said she was going to get them with her eight-pence. But Alice said--
"You ought to get her those, Oswald, because you know you broke the points off hers getting the marble out of the bra.s.s thimble."
It was quite true, though I had almost forgotten it, but then it was H.
O. who jammed the marble into the thimble first of all. So I said--
"It"s H. O."s fault as much as mine, anyhow. Why shouldn"t he pay?"
Oswald didn"t so much mind paying for the beastly scissors, but he hates injustice of every kind.
"He"s such a little kid," said d.i.c.ky, and of course H. O. said he wasn"t a little kid, and it very nearly came to being a row between them. But Oswald knows when to be generous; so he said--
"Look here! I"ll pay sixpence of the scissors, and H. O. shall pay the rest, to teach him to be careful."
H. O. agreed: he is not at all a mean kid, but I found out afterwards that Alice paid his share out of her own money.
Then we wanted some new paints, and Noel wanted a pencil and a halfpenny account-book to write poetry with, and it does seem hard never to have any apples. So, somehow or other nearly all the money got spent, and we agreed that we must let the advertis.e.m.e.nt run loose a little longer.
"I only hope," Alice said, "that they won"t have got all the ladies and gentlemen they want before we have got the money to write for the sample and instructions."
And I was a little afraid myself, because it seemed such a splendid chance; but we looked in the paper every day, and the advertis.e.m.e.nt was always there, so we thought it was all right.