THERE was a minute or two of silence. Everyone was most astonished. To think that George's fatherhad been locked up like that! It had been Jo's mistake, of course - she had been so sure he was Mr.
Pottersham.
'Julian,' said Uncle Quentin, very much on his dignity, and also very angry. 'I must ask you to go andget the police here. I was set on and locked up in this caravan1 for no reason at all.'
Bufflo began to look most disturbed. He turned on Jo.
'Why didn't you tell us he was George's father?' he said.
'I didn't know it was,' said Jo. 'I've never seen him, and anyway I thought...'
'It doesn't matter what you thought,' said Uncle Quentin, looking at the dirty little girl in disgust.
'I insist on the police being fetched.'
'Uncle Quentin, I'm sure it's all been a mistake,' said Julian, 'and anyway Mr. Terry-Kane has gone tothe police himself.'
His uncle stared at him as if he couldn't believe his ears. 'Terry-Kane? Where is he? What hashappened? Is he found?'
'Yes. It's rather a long story,' said Julian. 'It all began when we saw that face at the window. I toldAunt Fanny all about that, Uncle, and she said she would tell you when you got back from London.
Well - it was Mr. Terry-Kane at the window!'
'I thought so! I told your Aunt Fanny I had a feeling it was!' said his uncle. 'That's why I came assoon as ever I could - but you were none of you here. What happened to you?'
'Well, that's part of the story, Uncle,' said Julian, patiently. 'But I say, do you mind if we havesomething to eat. We're practically dead from starvation - haven't had anything since yesterday!'
That ended the interview for the time being! Mrs. Alfredo bustled2 about, and soon there was aperfectly glorious meal set in front of the five half-starved children. They sat round a camp-fire andate and ate and ate.
Mrs. Alfredo practically emptied her big pot for them. Timmy was surrounded by plates of scraps3 andbig bones brought by every member of the camp! Almost every minute someone loomed4 up out ofthe darkness with a plate of something or other either for the hungry children, or for Timmy.
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At last they really could eat no more, and Julian began to tell their extraordinary story. Dick took itup, and George added quite a few bits. Jo interrupted continually and even Timmy put in a few barks.
Only Anne said nothing. She was leaning against her uncle, fast asleep.
'I never heard such a tale in my life,' said Uncle Quentin, continually. 'Never! Fancy that fellowPottersham going off with Terry-Kane like that. I knew Terry-Kane was all right - he wouldn't let hiscountry down. Now, Pottersham I never did like. Well, go on.'
The fair-folk were as enthralled5 as Uncle Quentin with the tale. They came closer and closer as thestory of the secret passages, the hidden room, the stone stairways and the rest was unfolded.
They got very excited when they learnt how Bufflo had appeared in the tower-room and had flickedthe gun out of Pottersham's hand. Uncle Quentin threw back his head and roared when he heard thatbit.
'What a shock for that fellow!' he said. 'I'd like to have seen his face. Well, well - I never heard such atale in my life!'
And then it was Jo's turn to tell how she had followed the four men into the secret passages, and hadset Beauty, the python, on to the men. She began to laugh again as she told her tale, and soon all thefair-folk were laughing in sympathy, rocking to and fro, with tears streaming down their faces.
Only Uncle Quentin looked rather solemn at this point. He remembered how he had felt when,because of his shouting, the fair-folk had sent the python into his caravan, and almost frightened himout of his life.
'Mr. Slither, please do get Beauty,' begged Jo. 'He ought to listen to his part of the story. He waswonderful. He enjoyed it all too. I'm sure he would have laughed if only snakes could laugh.'
Poor Uncle Quentin didn't like to object when the snake-man fetched his beloved python - in fact, hefetched both of them, and they had never had such a fuss made of them before. They were patted andrubbed and pulled about in a way they both seemed to enjoy hugely.
'Let me hold Beauty, Mr. Slither,' said Jo, at last, and she draped him round her neck like a long,shiny fur. Uncle Quentin looked as if he was going to be sick. He would certainly have got up andgone away if it hadn't been that his favourite niece Anne was fast asleep against his shoulder.
'What extraordinary people George seems to be friends with,' he thought. 'I suppose they are all right- but really! What with whips and knives and snakes I must say I find all this very peculiar6.'
'Somebody's coming up the field,' said Jo, suddenly. 'It's - yes, it's Mr. Terry-Kane, and he's got 99three policemen with him.'
Immediately almost all the fair-folk melted away into the darkness. They knew quite well why thepolice had come - not for them, but because of Mr. Pottersham and his unpleasant friends.
But all the same they wanted nothing to do with the three burly policemen walking up the hill withTerry-Kane.
Uncle Quentin leapt to his feet as soon as he saw Terry-Kane. He ran to meet him joyfully7, andpumped his arm up and down, up and down, shaking hands so vigorously that Terry-Kane felt quiteexhausted.
'My dear fellow,' said Uncle Quentin. 'I'm so glad you're safe. I told everyone you weren't a traitor,and never could be - everyone! I went up to London and told them. I'm glad you're all right.'
'Well - it's thanks to these children,' said Terry-Kane, who looked very tired. 'I expect you've heardthe peculiar and most extraordinary tale of the Face at the Window.'
'Yes - it's all so extraordinary that I shouldn't believe it if I read it in a book,' said Uncle Quentin.
'And yet it all happened! My dear fellow, you must be very tired!'
'I am,' said Terry-Kane. 'But I'm not going to lie down and sleep until those other fellows are safelyunder lock and key - Pottersham and his fine friends! Do you mind if I leave you for a bit, and go offto the castle again? We simply must catch those fellows. I came to ask if one of the children could gowith us, because I hear we have to creep through all kinds of passages and galleries and up spiralstairways and goodness knows what.'
'But - didn't you go that way when Pottersham first took you there and hid you in that room?'
asked Dick, surprised.
'Yes. I must have gone that way,' said Mr. Terry-Kane. 'But I was blindfolded8 and half-doped withsomething they had made me drink. I've no idea of the way. Of course, Pottersham knew every inch -he's written books about all these old castles, you know - nobody knows more about them and theirsecrets than he does. He certainly put his knowledge to good use this week!'
'I'll go with you,' said Jo. 'I've been up and down those passages four times now. I know them byheart! The others have only been once.'
'Yes, you go,' said Bufflo.
'Take Timmy,' said George most generously, for usually she would never let Timmy go with Jo.
'Or take a snake,' suggested Dick, with a grin.
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'I won't take anything,' said Jo. 'I'll be all right with three big policemen! So long as they're not afterme, I like them!'
She didn't really, but she couldn't help boasting a little. She set off with Terry-Kane and the threepolicemen, strutting9 a little, and feeling quite a heroine.
The others all went to their caravans10, tired out. Uncle Quentin sat by the camp-fire, waiting for thearrival of Pottersham and his three friends.
'Good night,' said Julian to the girls. 'I'd like to wait till the crowd come back - complete with therubber-man and Alfredo - but I shall fall asleep standing11 on my feet in a minute. I say, wasn't that asmashing supper?'
'Super!' said the others. 'Well - see you tomorrow.'
They all slept very late the next day. Jo was back long before they awoke, very anxious to tell themhow they had captured Pottersham and the others, and how they had been marched off to the police-station, with her following all the way. But Mrs. Alfredo would not let her wake the four children up.
However, they did awake at last, and got up eagerly, remembering all the exciting moments of theday before. Soon they were jumping down the steps of the two caravans, eager to hear the latestnews.
'Hallo, Father!' shouted George, seeing him not far off.
'Hallo, Uncle Quentin! Hallo, Jo!' called the others, and soon heard the latest bits of information fromJo who was very proud of being in at the finish.
'But they didn't put up any fight at all,' she said, rather disappointed. 'I think Beauty scared all thefight out of them last night - they just gave in without a word.'
'Now you children!' called Mrs. Alfredo, 'I have kept a little breakfast for you. You like to come?'
They did like to come! Jo went too, though she had already had one breakfast. Uncle Quentin went tosit down with them. He gazed around amazed at all the goings-on of the camp.
Bufflo was doing some remarkable12 rope-spinning and whip-cracking. The rubber-man was wrigglingin and out of the wheel-spokes of his caravan without stopping. Mr. Slither was polishing his snakes.
Dacca was step dancing on a board, click-click-clickity-click.
Alfredo came up with his buttonhook- like torches, and his metal bowl. 'I give you a treat,' heannounced to Uncle Quentin. 'You would like to see me fire-eat?'
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Uncle Quentin stared at him as if he thought he had gone raving13 mad.
'He's a fire-eater, Uncle,' explained Dick.
'Oh. No thank you, my good man. I would rather not see you eat fire,' said Uncle Quentin, politelybut very firmly. Alfredo was most disappointed. He had meant to give this man a real treat to makeup14 for locking him into the caravan! He went away sadly, and Mrs. Alfredo screamed after him.
'You foolish man. Who wants to see you fire-eat? You have no brains. You are a big, silly bad man.
You keep away with your fire-eating!' She disappeared into her caravan, and Uncle Quentin lookedafter her, astonished at her sudden outburst.
'This is really a very extraordinary place,' he said. 'And most extraordinary people. I'm going backhome today, George. Wouldn't you all like to come with me? I don't really feel it's the right thing foryou to get mixed up in so many queer doings.'
'Oh no, Father,' said George, in horror. 'Go home when we've only just settled in! Of course not.
None of us want to leave - do we Julian?' she said, looking round beseechingly15 at him.
Julian answered at once. 'George is right, Uncle. We're just beginning to enjoy ourselves here. I thinkwe're all agreed on that?'
'We are,' said everyone, and Timmy thumped16 his tail hard and gave a very loud 'WOOF'.
'Very well,' said Uncle Quentin, getting up. 'I must go, I suppose. I'll catch the bus down to thestation. Come down with me.'
They went to see him off on the bus. It came up well on time and he got in.
'Good-bye,' he said. 'What message shall I give your mother, George? She'll expect to hear somethingfrom the five of you.'
'Well,' shouted everyone, as the bus rumbled17 off, 'well - just tell her the FIVE ARE HAVING AWONDERFUL TIME! Good-bye, Uncle Quentin, good-bye!'
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