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don’t start interfering in this matter, for goodness’ sake. It’s nothing to do with you. Just because you solved one mystery quite well is no reason why you should think you can interfere in anything else that crops up.”
    Fatty went red. He didn’t like being ticked off in public like that.
    “Mother, please do tell us all that has happened,” said Pip.
    “Well,” said Mrs. Hilton, “Miss Harmer went off for the day this morning, after feeding all the cats and cleaning out their cages. Dark Queen was in the big cage with the other cats today. Miss Harmer went to catch the ten o’clock bus. Miss Trimble went with Lady Candling to see that the cats were all right at just before one o’clock, and Tupping pointed out Dark Queen to them. You know what a beauty she is.”
    The children nodded. “Go on, Mother,” said Pip. “Was that the last time that anyone saw Dark Queen?”
    “No,” said his mother. “Miss Trimble went with me to show me the cats at four o’clock, just before tea — and Dark Queen was there then, in the cage with the others.”
    “How do you know, Mother?” asked Pip. “How could you tell which was Dark Queen? They are all exactly alike.”
    “I know,” said Mrs. Hilton, “but apparently Dark Queen has been bitten on the tail, and a few hairs there grew cream instead of dark-brown. Miss Trimble pointed out the cat to me and I remember noticing the ring of creamy hairs — most noticeable. So she was in the cage, quite safe, at four o’clock.”
    “Go on,” said Pip.
    “Tupping came back at five o’clock and he brought Mr. Goon the village policeman with him,” said Mrs. Hilton. “He showed Mr. Goon his prize tomatoes, and then he showed him the cats. Then Mr. Tupping suddenly noticed that Dark Queen was missing!”
    “Gracious!” said Fatty. “Then the cat must have disappeared between four and five o’clock, Mrs. Hilton.”
    “Yes,” said Pip’s mother. “And as Luke was the only one in the garden, I am afraid that he is suspected. He knew that the cat was worth a lot of money. Tupping says that the boy stole something the other day too — strawberry runners or something silly like that.”
    Bets went fiery red. Tears came into her eyes. Those awful strawberry runners! She wondered if she should tell her mother about them, but Fatty frowned at her, warning her not to.
    “Well, that’s all,” said Mrs. Hilton, pulling off her gloves. “But I’m afraid your friend Luke is in for trouble now. I wonder where he took the cat. No one seems to have seen Luke between four and five o’clock, so I suppose he could have put her into a basket and taken her off anywhere.”
    “Mummy, Luke wouldn’t!” burst out Bets. “You don’t know how kind and honest he is. He gave me a lot of whistles he made — and this lovely model of Dark Queen too. Look!”
    “I wish you wouldn’t make such extraordinary friends,” said her mother, not looking at the model at all. “You are none of you old enough to know whether anyone is really honest or not. Please don’t talk to Luke any more.”
    Mrs. Hilton went towards the house and disappeared indoors. The children looked at one another in dismay.
    “It’s just no good to say, ‘Don’t talk to Luke any more,’ ” said Fatty. “We’ve simply got to. He’s our friend, and he’s helped us lots of times — and Buster too. We’ve got to help him now.”
    All the others agreed. They sat and thought about everything for a little, and then began to talk about it
    “Somebody must have stolen Dark Queen, there’s no doubt about that,” said Fatty. “It seems as if it could only be old Luke; but we’re all absolutely certain it isn’t, so who else could it be?”
    “Let’s look for clues!” said Bets eagerly, remembering how exciting it had been to look for clues in the last mystery they had solved.
    “Let’s draw up a list of Suspects!” said Daisy. “We did that before.”
    “Now,” said Fatty importantly, “it seems