I'll trouble you to come with me, all of you, and see my inspector." P.C.Roper was quite happy now.

He had not only filled the impertinent children with fear, but he had done a smart thing on his very first day as constable.

He drew himself up, and returned the notebook to his pocket.
"Your inspector ?" Robert said.

"Where does he live ?" "Well," said P.C.Roper, "he lives at Bidford, but he's at Stratford to-day, at the Police Court, and he won't be back till the evening." "We can't wait till evening," Robert said.

"It would throw out all our plans." "Plans!" exclaimed P.C.Roper.