Then, and not till then, did the affair of the Tramp come under
discussion. What seemed most puzzling was why the Policeman had not
arrested him after all. They could not make it out at all; it seemed a
mystery. There was something quite unusual about it altogether. Uncle
Felix and Judy had been wonderful, but--
"Did you see him blink," said Tim, "when Judy went up and gave it him
hot?"
"Yes," observed Maria, who had done nothing herself but stare. "I
did."
The brother, however, was not so sure. "I think he really believed
her," he declared with assurance, proud of her achievement. "He really
saw him young and with a sword and curly hair and all that."
Judy looked at him with surprise. Her tears had ceased flowing by this
time.
"Of course," she said. "Didn't _you?_" There was pain in her voice in
addition to blank astonishment.
"Of course we did," said Uncle Felix quickly with decision. "Of course
we did."
As they went into the house, however, Uncle Felix lingered behind a
moment as though he had forgotten something. His face wore a puzzled
expression. He seemed a little bewildered. He walked into the hat-rack
first, then into the umbrella-stand, then stopped abruptly and put his
hand to his head.
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