Mind Your Heads

Sweezus was still on Granite Island when he received Belle et Bonne's text. He wondered whether he ought to take her advice. But then he remembered that he hadn't officially taken the blame for the crime as yet, so there was no need to escape. And anyway, his bicycle was at the other end of the causeway.

He glanced towards the causeway. There was a police car driving slowly over to the island. Two minutes later it drew up beside the kiosk and a policeman got out.

Now you're for it, said Francine. Are you sure you want to take the blame?

I don't mind, said Sweezus. It can't be that much of a crime.

Gaius looked uncomfortable.

I don't see how it can be a crime at all, he said. There was no penguin in the pie.

The policeman came up.

Now then, he said. Someone has accused a member of your party of having in his or her possession a penguin pie. May I look inside that paper bag, sir?

He looked suspiciously at Gaius's paper bag.

Yes, said Gaius, you may. But you will find that it is empty, because I have eaten all the pie.

It was my pie , said Sweezus. He ate it, but the pie belonged to me.

And may I ask what was in the pie? asked the policeman.

Yes, said Sweezus.

There was a pause.

What was in the pie? asked the policeman, patiently.

Sweezus looked at Gaius.

Gaius said it was penguin, answered Sweezus.

Is that true? the policeman asked Camus.

Camus shrugged, then nodded.

I am going to have to take you in for further questioning, the policeman said to Sweezus.

That's cool, said Sweezus.

And you too, sir, said the policeman, looking at Gaius.

That's not cool! said Sweezus. I'm the one to blame.

Sorry sir, said the policeman, but it seems you both have a case to answer. Please get into the back of the police car. Mind your heads.