Daisy and I really have solved four murder cases to date-and now it looked like we might perhaps be on our way to a fifth. You see, we are more grown-up than we seem because all four of us are detectives, members of two top-secret societies, the Detective Society and the Junior Pinkertons. “We’ll see about that,” said Daisy, glaring at him.
“But that doesn’t make you the better detective society.” “Four murder cases, we know,” said George. And if it does come to murder, then Hazel and I will certainly have the advantage. “I admit that this case does not so far contain a death,” Daisy went on. I suppose the grown-ups at the other tables thought we were only children, playing at being businesslike-but if they knew what we were really talking about, they would be terribly surprised. Although Daisy is nearly fifteen now, tall and slender and with a most fashionable new fur-collared coat, my face is still round, and I am still disappointingly short. It was just Daisy, Alexander, George, and myself, and as we sat there, I wondered if we would look odd to the grown-ups around us.
It was two days before Christmas, and we were sitting in Fitzbillies tea rooms in Cambridge.
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