“All right,” said the big policeman, putting away his note-book. “Have a snack and we’ll go afterwards.”

Well, of course, George, Anne and Henry all wanted to go too, as soon as they heard about the proposed jaunt over the moors!

“What! Leave us out of that!” said George, indignantly. “What a hope! Anne wants to come too.”

“So does Henry,” said Anne, looking at George, “even though she didn’t help to find the packages of notes.”

“Of course Henry must come,” said George at once, and Henry beamed. George had been very struck indeed with Henry’s courage in coming with William to rescue her and Anne, and very pleased that she hadn’t boasted about it! But Henry knew that William was the one mostly to praise, and she had been unexpectedly modest about the whole affair.

It was quite a large party that set off after everyone had made a very good breakfast. Mrs Johnson had set to work cooking huge platefuls of bacon and egg, exclaiming every now and again when she thought of all that had happened up on the moors.

“Those gypsies! And fancy that plane coming like that - dropping money all over the place! And the gypsies tying up Anne and George in that hill. I never heard anything like it in my life!”

Captain Johnson went with the party too. He could hardly believe the extraordinary tale that the four had to tell, five, with old Timmy! Timmy now had a beautiful patch on his head, and was feeling extremely important. Wait till Liz saw that!

Ten people set out, including Timmy, for William had been included in the party too. He tried to guess where Julian had hidden the notes, but he couldn’t, of course. Julian firmly refused to tell anyone. He wanted it to be a real surprise.

They came to the quarry at last, having walked all the way up the old railway line. Julian stood on the edge of the quarry and pointed out the gypsy camp.

“Look, they’re leaving,” he said. “I bet they were afraid we’d spread the news of their behaviour, after the girls escaped.”

Sure enough, the caravans were moving slowly away.

“Wilkins, as soon as you get back, give word to have every gypsy watched if he leaves the caravans,” said the sergeant. “One of them is sure to have arranged a meeting-place to give the gang the packets dropped from the plane, and if we watch those caravans, and every gypsy in them, we’ll soon be able to put our hands on the gang that spends the forged notes.”

“I bet it’s Sniffer’s father,” said Dick. “He’s the ringleader, anyway.”

They watched the caravans move away one by one. Anne wondered about Sniffer. So did George. What had she promised him last night, if he would help them? A bicycle, and to live in a house so that he could ride it to school! Well, it wasn’t likely she would ever see the dirty little boy again, but if she did she would certainly have to keep her word!