After all, grown-ups always underestimate children. Sandwich, the foolish amateur detective who tried (and failed) to solve the Orient Express case too. But I have the distinct feeling that working against Alexander and George will be far more difficult than outwitting Dr. Daisy and I have a very strict rule about keeping the Detective Society a secret from grown-ups.
Of course, we have been up against opponents before as we have gone about our cases, but they have never known that we were in competition with them. Besides, I have heard from Alexander about some of the other cases they have solved-they are all quite hair-raising, and would have tested Daisy and me severely. Alexander helped us with the Orient Express case last summer, and both Alexander and George assisted with the Bonfire Night murder only a month ago. Daisy looks down on them for not having investigated any murders, but all the same I know that they are very good detectives. You see, we have agreed to pit our wits against Alexander and George’s society, the Junior Pinkertons, in the race to solve this new case. Really, the most unusual thing about this case is that we will not be the only society investigating it. We are used to working in the most awkward situations, after all we have done it before. The fact that it is the Christmas holidays, and we are staying in a strange college in a strange city, will not be enough to stop us investigating. In the day since Daisy and I arrived in Cambridge we have heard things and seen things that are highly suspicious. It was true that the information we had been given was slight, but as Daisy says, it is important for good detectives to seize every opportunity as it comes. 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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