The Brownies And Prince Florimel Part 20

"Well," His Majesty asked, "have you found out anything?"

Then one after another was obliged to confess that he had not, and while he was questioning them in turn he ascertained that neither Florimel nor the Policeman had returned.

The fact that both were missing worried him not a little, but, even while he was wondering what had kept them, he beheld the Policeman returning with incredible speed, leaping and bounding with his long, tapering feet over the sand.

"Your Majesty," he panted, as he came up out of breath, "I have just made a remarkable discovery."

"What is it, officer?" asked King Stanislaus, anxiously.

"If I told you," said the Policeman, "I'm afraid you wouldn't believe me. I want you all to come and see for yourselves!"

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CHAPTER XIV

WHAT THE POLICEMAN DISCOVERED

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Like a covey of startled quail the Brownies flew after the Policeman, for each was very curious to learn of the discovery that he had made.

They knew that with his keen sense of dramatic values he wished to keep them in suspense as long as possible, so that only at the proper moment would the mystery be solved.

His fleet little feet padded along the sand, followed by others equally so, and he led them a stiff pace for perhaps a mile down the beach.

There lying behind a dune that offered a shelter from the creeping tides they viewed the cause of all his excitement.

Scattered on the sand were some dingy old frayed uniforms, caps, and hob-nailed shoes, of which they counted five complete sets in all, while near by piled into a heap were some immense bra.s.s musical instruments, some bent and battered in places and all tarnished by the weather.

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Soon they were making a minute inspection of these objects which for some inexplicable reason had been abandoned by their owners. The uniforms and caps were of worn blue cloth, and the latter had visors and braids of gold around them. The sleeves of the coats likewise were braided with gold.

With much interest in their work the Brownies began to separate the instruments that formed a heap. There were two cornets, a saxophone, a trombone, and a tremendous tuba that wound around and around and had a mouth so big that a Brownie could have easily crawled inside.

While they were examining the outfit there was much speculation as to whom it belonged, and the only conclusion they could arrive at was that the original possessors had been some itinerant German band.

It was not so strange to them that a German band should be in Dragonfel's enchanted country, for they knew that German bands go everywhere. Sometimes they can be found even at the North Pole. The only strange thing about it was that while the uniforms and instruments were there, the owners were missing.

"I wonder what's become of the band?" said King Stanislaus, very much puzzled.

"Perhaps someone heard them play," suggested the Dude.

His Majesty gave a sudden start.

"Humph!" he grunted. "What you have just hinted at rather unsettles an idea that suddenly occurred to me."

"Maybe you were thinking of the same thing I was," said the Policeman.

"That's very possible," said the monarch, "for great minds sometimes think alike. I was thinking that some of us could disguise ourselves as a German band and maybe gain admittance to the palace."

"That's just what I was thinking," said the Policeman.

"In that way," went on King Stanislaus, "we might be able to get some knowledge of Dragonfel's real strength, and find out just how we stood.

The chance might come to us to spirit away Queen t.i.tania and her companions."

"Which of us would you choose, Your Majesty?" asked an eager Brownie.

All of them crowded around, each with the hope that King Stanislaus would select him for this task which involved so great a risk.

He looked them over, and finally, with his mind made up, spoke, in slow, measured tones.

"Of course, I'll be the leader," he announced. "That will leave just four to go with me, and I'll take the Policeman, Sailor, German, and Irishman. The rest of you must hide just outside the palace, to be ready instantly in case you are needed."

There was great delight on the part of the four who were to share with the king the danger, and keen disappointment among all the others. But no one thought of questioning the royal decision.

"I didn't forget my tin box of disguises, sire," reminded the Policeman.

"Good, officer!" said King Stanislaus, with an approving nod. "They'll all come in handy. You've got plenty of false noses and moustaches, I suppose."

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The Policeman gave a knowing wink.

"You'll need a rehearsal, won't you?" said the Dude.

"No," said King Stanislaus decidedly. "The worse we play the cleverer will be the deception."

Then he and the four selected by him began to make preparations for their queer masquerade, and in these the whole band a.s.sisted. The coats and trousers had probably hung on their original wearers badly, but they fitted the Brownies who tried them on much worse.

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The general effect would have brought deep shame to any conscientious tailor who had made them, but nimble fingers soon accomplished wonders with a tuck here and there, and the deft use of an occasional pin.

The ends of the trousers had to be rolled up a number of times, and the coats turned up on the inside. When they put on the big, hob-nailed shoes their long, tapering feet were lost in them, and the whole Brownie ident.i.ty completely disappeared after they had donned the false noses and moustaches that the Policeman handed around.

No one familiar with the Brownie band would have recognized these particular five, and their disguise was p.r.o.nounced admirable by one and all.

The breast of the coat that had fallen to the Sailor was all covered with medals, and it was the only one of the lot that was decorated in this manner. King Stanislaus thought that as the leader he was more properly fitted to wear this coat, but the Sailor seemed reluctant to give it up, so His Majesty good-naturedly did not press the matter.

He chose a cornet and the Sailor the remaining one. The Policeman took the saxophone, and the German the slide trombone. That left only the tuba for the Irishman, and it was so big that he could hardly manage it.

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Thus fully equipped and with the whole band for an escort, the indomitable quintet set forth on their delicate mission.