The military police went off down the hill to the Butterfly Farm, and the five children stooddisconsolately watching them, with Timmy staring, too, tail well down. He didn't quite know whathad happened, but he was sure it was something dreadful.
'Well - it's no good waiting about here, I suppose,' said Julian. 'I bet the police won't get anythinguseful out of the Butterfly Men - they wouldn't have noticed anything when they were out last night,except their precious moths2!'
They were just turning away when they heard someone screaming in a high voice, and they stoppedto listen in surprise. 'It must be old Mrs. Janes,' said Dick. 'What's up with her?'
'We'd better see,' said Julian, and he and the others, with Timmy at their heels, went quickly down tothe cottage. They heard the voices of the two policemen as they came near.
'Now, now, old lady - don't take on so!' one was saying in a kindly3 voice. 'We've only come to ask afew questions.'
'Go away, go away!' screamed the old woman, and actually battered4 at the men with her little bonyhands. 'Why are you here? Go away, I tell you!'
'Now listen, Ma - don't take on so,' said the other man patiently. 'We want to talk to Mr. Gringle andMr. Brent - are they here?'
'Who? Who did you say? Oh, them! They're out with their nets,' mumbled5 the old woman. 'I'm allalone here, and I'm scared of strangers. You go away.'
'Listen,' said one policeman. 'Were Mr. Gringle and Mr. Brent out on the hills last night?'
'I'm in my bed at nights,' she answered. 'How would I know? You go away and leave me in peace.'
The policemen looked at one another, and shook their heads. It was clearly quite useless to find outanything from this frightened old woman.
'Well, we'll go, Ma,' said one, patting her shoulder gently. 'Sorry we've scared you - there's nothing tobe afraid of.'
They turned away and came back up the slope of the hill, seeing the children standing6 silently there.
'We heard old Mrs. Janes screaming,' said Julian. 'So we came to see what was happening.'
'The Butterfly Men, as you call them, are out with their nets,' said one policeman. 'A funny life, I 56must say - catching7 insects and looking after their eggs and caterpillars8. Well - I don't suppose theyknow anything about last night's job. Not that there's anything to know! Two pilots flew off with theplanes, we know who they were - and that's that!'
'Well, one was NOT my Cousin Jeff,' said Toby, fiercely. The men shrugged9 their shoulders and wentoff together.
The five children went off up the hill again, very silent. 'I think we'd better have something to eat,'
said Julian at last. 'We've had no lunch - and it's long past our usual time. Toby, stay and have somewith us.'
'I couldn't eat a thing,' said Toby. 'Not a thing!'
'Get out what we've got, Anne and George,' said Julian, and the girls and Timmy went to the little'larder'. Nobody really felt like eating - but when the food was there, in front of them, they found thatthey were quite hungry - except poor Toby, who sat forlorn and pale-faced, trying to chew through asandwich made for him by Anne, but not making a very good job of it!
Timmy began to bark in the middle of the meal, and everyone looked to see who was coming now.
Julian thought he saw a movement some way down the hill, and took his field-glasses and put them tohis eyes.
'I think it's Mr. Gringle,' he said. 'I can see his net, too. He's out butterflying, I suppose.'
'Let's shout to him,' said Dick. 'We can tell him why the police went to call at his cottage thismorning, when he wasn't there. He'll never get any sense out of old Mrs. Janes.'
Julian cooeed, and there came an answering call. 'He's coming up,' said Dick. Timmy ran to meethim, and soon the man was just below them, panting as he made his way up the steep slope.
'I hoped I'd see you,' he said. 'I want you to look out for some special moths for me - another day-flying one like the Six-Spot Burnet you saw the other day. It's the Cinnabar Moth1 - it's got richcrimson underwings, and - '
'Yes - I know that one,' said Julian. 'We'll look out for it. We just wanted to tell you that two militarypolicemen went to your cottage a little while ago to ask you some questions about last night - and aswe're sure old Mrs. Janes won't be able to explain anything to you, we thought we'd better tell youourselves.'
Mr. Gringle looked absolutely blank and bewildered. 'But - but why on earth should militarypolicemen come to our cottage?' he said at last.
'For nothing much,' said Julian. 'Only to ask you if you saw anything suspicious when you were 57out looking at your moth-traps last night - you see, two aero-planes were - '
Mr. Gringle interrupted in a most surprised voice, 'But - but, dear boy, I wasn't out at all last night! Itwouldn't have been a bit of good looking for moths anywhere, on our moth-traps or anywhere else ona night like that.'
'Well,' said Julian, also surprised, 'we saw your friend Mr. Brent, and he said you were both outlooking at your moth-traps.'
Mr. Gringle stared at Julian as if he were mad, and his mouth fell open in amazement10. 'Mr.
Brent!' he said at last. 'But Peter - that's Mr. Brent - was at home with me! We were busy writing upour notes together.'
There was a silence after this surprising statement. Julian frowned. What was all this? Was Mr.
Gringle trying to hide the fact that he and his friend had been out on the hills the night before?
'Well - I certainly saw Mr. Brent,' said Julian at last. 'It was very dark, I admit - but I'm sure I saw hisbutterfly net - and his dark glasses.'
'He doesn't wear dark glasses,' said Mr. Gringle, still more astonished. 'What is this tale? Is it a jokeof some sort. If you can't talk better sense than this, I'm going.'
'Wait!' said Dick, something else occurring to him. 'You say that Mr. Brent doesn't wear dark glasses- then who was the man that took the moth from us yesterday evening about six o'clock and gave usfive shillings? He said he was Mr. Brent, your friend!'
'This is all nonsense!' said Mr. Gringle, getting up angrily. 'Wasting my time on a poor joke of thiskind! Brent doesn't wear dark glasses, I tell you - and he wasn't at home at six o'clock yesterday -we'd been to buy some tackle in the next town. He was with me, not at the cottage.
You couldn't possibly have seen him! What do you mean by all this nonsense - dark glasses, fiveshillings for a moth - and seeing Brent on the hillside last night when he didn't stir out of the house!'
He was now standing up, looking very fierce, his brilliant eyes flashing behind his thick glasses.
'Well,' said Julian, 'All this is extremely puzzling, and ...'
'Puzzling! You're nothing but a pack of nitwitted, ill-mannered children!' suddenly roared Mr.
Gringle, quite losing his temper. Tirnmy gave a warning growl11, and stood up - he didn't allow anyoneto rave12 at his friends!
Mr. Gringle went off angrily, trampling13 down the heather as if he were trampling down the children.
They heard him muttering to himself as he went off. They looked at one another in 58really great surprise.
'Well - I simply don't know what to make of all this!' said Julian helplessly. 'Was I dreaming lastnight? No - I did see that fellow - half-see him, anyway - and he did say he was Mr. Brent, and thatGringle was somewhere near. But - if he wasn't Brent, who was he? And what was he doing on astormy night, hunting moths!'
Nobody could make even a guess. Toby spoke14 first.
'Perhaps the man you saw was mixed up in the stealing of those aeroplanes - you never know!'
'Impossible, Toby!' said Julian. 'That's too farfetched. I can't say that I understand it at all - buthonestly, he didn't seem like a man who could steal an aeroplane!'
'Who was the man that gave us the five shillings then, if it wasn't Brent?' said Dick, puzzled.
'Could it have been Mrs. Janes' son, pretending he was Brent - just for a silly joke?' said George.
'What was he like?' asked Toby at once. 'I know Will Janes - I told you he's often been to our farm.
We don't have him now because he drinks so much and he isn't reliable any more. What was this manBrent like - I'd soon know if he was Will Janes pretending to be someone else!'
'He was small and thin, with dark glasses,' began Dick - and Toby interrupted him at once.
'Then it wasn't Will Janes! He's tall and burly - with a thick neck and, anyway, he doesn't wear darkglasses - or any glasses at all!'
'Then who in the world was it? And WHY did he pretend to be Brent, Gringle's friend?'
wondered Dick. Everyone frowned and puzzled over the whole thing - but nobody could think of asensible reason for anyone wanting to pretend to be Mr. Brent!
'Well - for goodness' sake, let's get on with our meal,' said George at last. 'We stopped in the middleof it - and the rest is still waiting for us. Have another ham sandwich, Julian?'
They all munched15 in silence, thinking hard. Toby sighed. 'I don't really feel that this mix-up with theButterfly Men and somebody else, whoever he is, has anything to do with the stealing of theaeroplanes. I wish it had!'
'All the same - it wants looking into,' said Dick seriously. 'And what's more - I vote we keep our eyesand ears open. Something's going on at Butterfly Farm!'
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n.毛虫( caterpillar的名词复数 );履带 | |
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踩( trample的现在分词 ); 践踏; 无视; 侵犯 | |
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