off in a straight line and then headed off towards the City. When they arrived, Gatwick was thrown into a prison cell.
Gatwick sat there with his wooden spoon for quite a long time, but nobody came. He started thinking about his Little Sister and his Mama â how worried theyâd be! And, he also started thinking about the blackberry crumble he didnât get around to eating. The eyes in his round head went watery. Little Sister said that litter louts could end up in prison because they were not civilised. She was so right.
Mama and Little Sister had finished making blackberry crumble. It had a mouth-watering light-brown sugar crust on it. Mama waited for it to cool down and then drizzled more caster sugar over it. What a finishing touch! Mama was an excellent cook: âGo and call Gatwick, will you, Little Sister. Both of you, go and wash your paws then come and have supperâ.
Little Sister put her head out of the cave door and shouted: âGatwick, supperâs ready! Dinnerâs ready!â, she waited a moment for his reply. Nothing, only the silence of the brooding mountains. âGatwick, please stop messing around. Come on!â Again, there was no answer. It was evening, and the sun had already started moving down behind the mountains. Little Sister went a short way along the stony track and called again. No answer. She rushed back home, crying as she went, to tell Mama.
âMama! Mama! I canât find Gatwick!â
âAll right, now; donât panic. Iâm sure heâll come back soon. Heâs probably just playing somewhere, hasnât realised how time has passedâ. But, Mama was worried. After what had happened to Bertie, she couldnât help being on edge.
âWhat if heâs been shot, like our dad, Bertie?â, Little Sister  cried out.
âDonât say such silly things. We havenât heard any shots. No, he hasnât been shotâ.
âLook, you stay here and donât move. Iâll go further down the track, and see if I can find himâ.
After what seemed like an eternity, Mama came back â without Gatwick. Mama and Little Sister were too worried to eat. In fact, they were sick with worry. Mama took Little Sister into her arms, sat down, placed her on her lap, and cuddled her tight. âEverything will be all rightâ, she said. But, night was now closing in over the mountain and creeping into the cave. Mama thought that Gatwick was surely lost. The problem was that at that height spending a night on the open mountains could mean freezing to death. And, Gatwick was only wearing a waistcoat, really not warm enough. Neither did he have anything to drink or eat with him.
24 Â Questioning
The Chief Inspector arrived and asked Gatwick if heâd like a drink.
âCould I have a fizzy drink, please?â
âOf course. Constable, can you bring us a couple of fizzy drinks, please?â
âRight you are, sirâ, and off the constable went.
âSo, Gatwick, I suppose you know why youâre here?â
âYes, sir. Iâm so sorry. I havenât been very civilised. I promise I will never ever do it againâ.
âYes, well, itâs a bit late for thatâ.
âI know it was naughty. But, you can be sure that I regret it very muchâ.
âAre you willing to sign a statement that you are guilty?â
âYes, sir, Iâm guilty. I canât hide thatâ.
âNo, you canât because we have CCTV images of you and your accomplice in front of the bankâ.
âSorry, sir. What does â accompliceâ mean?
âIt means that...â, the constable came in with the fizzy drinks. The Chief Inspector went on: âIt means that there was someone with you who helped you commit the crimeâ.
âOh, no, no, you canât blame Little Sister. I take all the blame, Inspectorâ.
âSo, itâs your sister, is it? Keep it all in the family,