I thanked them, confused.
These were our heroes, Ginny said, good eggs.
The paterfamilias—a Dr. Gregory Bommel—had been out strolling with his family, enjoying the festive activities in the square, when they heard cries of “Stop! Thief! Stop!”. A bearded man emerged with great urgency from the crowd, holding a lady’s purse, running towards Dr. Bommel’s direction. The thief deftly evaded bystanders and loiterers in his path but when he turned his head to look over his shoulder to check that his pursuers were losing ground, he ran straight into Dr. Bommel’s outstretched arm, which Dr. Bommel—tall, broad, solid as an oak—had stuck out like a turnpike, and down went the surprised thief, blinking in shock.
“Brain the size of a pea,” was Dr. Bommel’s opinion of the thief.
Ginny, Tessa, Tilly
