The others were disappointed to learn that Fatty hadn't been able to find a shoe to match the footprint, but laughed when they heard about Mr Goon's shoe shine.

"I checked the soles of all the shoes I did shine for Mr Rolls, the farmer," Fatty said. "But they didn't match. I wish I could have seen the ones he was wearing."

"Even if you did, it might not have shown you anything," said Daisy. "After all, you think two people are involved, don't you? It might have been the other person, and not Mr Rolls, who was standing under the trees in Cedar Field."

"True," nodded Fatty. " He said there's just him and three others at the farm. But I'm so sure it must be Mr Rolls doing the robberies. We have no other suspects at all."

"And!" said Larry, so suddenly and loudly that they jumped, "remember what I read in the encyclopaedia about chloroform? It's used by farmers nowadays in pesticides and things. So as a farmer, he would know about chloroform, and it's effects. It probably has a warning on the label."

Fatty sat thinking hard, absently tickling Buster's tummy. "We can't go accusing him without any proof, but it's looking more and more as if Mr Rolls is the robber." He looked up. "I don't know what else we can do. We've been working hard on this mystery for the last couple of days though, let's have the afternoon off."

Everyone agreed with this idea, and they went for a walk along the river, and bought ice creams in the tea shop.

That evening, Fatty was out taking Buster for his afternoon walk when Mr Goon cycled past him so quickly he almost went into Buster.

"Hey, watch out!" Fatty shouted angrily.

Mr Goon made no reply.

Fatty followed the way he had gone, and around the next corner saw Mr Goon pull up beside two people walking down the lane. One of them appeared to be most upset. Fatty moved a bit nearer, and caught the words "flying saucer". Suddenly Goon noticed him and flapped his arms at Fatty. "Clear-orf!" he said loudly with a scowl. Buster yapped and ran at his ankles, and Goon skipped out of the way rather more quickly than was dignified. Fatty took the opportunity to ask the upset lady where she had seen the saucer.

"Near the church," she said.

Fatty felt someone grab his arm, and turned to look into the angry red face of Mr Goon. "What cheek!" Goon said. "Interfering with police business right in front of my eyes! You Clear-orf!"

Fatty called Buster to heel and made his way home, thinking hard. "They did it in a different place tonight," he said to Buster. "I was getting the idea of staking out Cedar Field, but the robbers seem to have thought of that. How can I find evidence that it is Mr Rolls? You know what? I'm going to have a look around there, tonight. This model would have to be pretty large, and there's lots of barns and outbuildings on the farm. I bet it's in one of those!"

He telephoned Pip to tell him what he was doing. "I'm coming too," said Pip at once.

"I thought you'd say that!" grinned Fatty. "All right, but don't tell Bets. She might protest, or want to come too. It'll be too dark and late for her. Meet me by my shed at midnight, okay?"

Larry also wanted to come, and Fatty of course agreed.

"See you at midnight!"

That evening Fatty got into bed, and picked up the book he was reading. He intended to stay awake until midnight. Around ten thirty, he heard his parents going to bed. His book was getting more and more thrilling, and before he realised it the time was ten to twelve. He jumped out of bed and pulled on some warm clothes, and pocketed his torch. Buster was asleep in the kitchen and Fatty decided to leave him behind in case he awoke any of the animals on the farm.

Dead on midnight, he was outside the door to his shed. At the same moment Larry and Pip turned up, eager and excited. Making as little noise as possible, they made their way along the lanes to Meadows Farm.

"It looks like all the lights are out in the farmhouse," Fatty whispered. "Let's have a look in some of the outbuildings. Quietly now."

They crept around the farmyard. A small shed held gardening tools. Several large barns were filled with sleeping cows and pigs. Larry tugged on Fatty's arm and put his mouth near his ear.

"It could be hidden anywhere!" he whispered. "Under a pile of hay in with the cows, anywhere! What's to say it's not in the farmhouse?"

"You could be right," Fatty whispered back. "But if it was in the farmhouse anyone might discover it. All the farmhands must sleep in there. Probably only Mr Rolls and his accomplice know about the model. Let's just look for a little longer."

Pip, who had wandered a little way off, suddenly beckoned to them. They joined him at the door of a large stone barn. The large wooden doors had a chain wrapped around the handle, which was locked with a large padlock. "None of the other barns are locked," Pip said.

"I bet this is it!" said Fatty excitedly. He rummaged in his coat pocket and drew out a thin wire, which he inserted in the keyhole of the padlock. He wiggled it about. Pip and Larry looked over their shoulders, but the farmyard was empty and quiet. "There!" said Fatty triumphantly, as the padlock opened with a click. "Let's see what they've got in here."

They pushed open the large door and went inside. Fatty pulled the door closed behind them before they turned on their torches, so that they wouldn't be seen by anyone looking out of a farmhouse window.

The boys clicked on their torches at the same time, and looked around. The barn appeared to be a workshop of some kind. There were five large benches around the room. Tools lay all about on the benches, and sawdust and wood shavings covered the floor. The back of the barn seemed to be a general store room, filled with old tables and cupboards. The floor was lined with sacks. The boys picked their way amongst the tables, trying not to disturb anything.

Pip's torch picked out a fairly large object on one of the workbenches. It was covered with a yellow sheet. On the bench beside it were bits of electrical wire and - "Look here!" Pip hissed. The others joined him quickly. "A green balloon!" said Fatty. "No, a whole bag of them, in fact. Let's have a look under the sheet."

Carefully, the three of them pulled on the yellow sheet. It fell to the floor, revealing in front of them a model of a flying saucer. "We were right!" said Larry with satisfaction.

The model was about half a metre long. It was roughly spherical, and made from dark green material that matched the colour of the balloons, that appeared to be stuck to a light wooden frame. Around the middle was a string of fairy lights with different coloured bulbs. Larry and Pip lifted the model up slightly and Fatty had a look underneath. There was a small hole in the bottom, through which Fatty could see a battery pack for the fairy lights and some other kind of mechanism.

"I think the model is controlled remotely somehow," he said. "But perhaps it's too heavy to be just lifted by a motor, so the balloons help give it more buoyancy somehow. They must be blown up inside the model. It's pretty much hollow inside apart from the electrics."

Larry cast his eyes around. "What about this?" he asked, pointing his torch at a gas cylinder leaning against the wall.

"Ah yes," Fatty said, reading the label. "Helium. Enough balloons would help to lift the model. It can probably be balanced so that it just hangs in the air, and then only steering is needed. Clever. Only not clever enough, because the Find-Outers have discovered it all!"

"I think this is the remote control," said Pip, examining a box with switches on that he found on the bench. "Gosh, I'd love to have a play with this! Do you think we should take the control with us, Fatty, for proof?"

"No," Fatty said, after thinking for a moment. "It will give the game away to the farmer and his accomplice that he's been found out. The police should believe our word, enough to come and investigate here themselves."

"Goon probably wouldn't," said Larry. "He doesn't believe a word we say."

"Well that's up to him," snorted Fatty. "If he doesn't, I'll call the Superintendent myself. He trusts us."

"Okay," Larry said. He shivered, for the night was cold and the barn wasn't any warmer than outside. "Come on, let's get back to our beds!"

Fatty reached down and picked up the sheet to recover the model, and it was at that movement that they heard footsteps crunching on the stony ground outside. "Hide!" hissed Fatty, and he threw the sheet back over the model, and raced to the back of the barn. He got inside one of the old cupboards that lay there and pulled the door to. Pip and Larry were already hidden.

"Hey," a voice called softly from outside. "You idiot, you left the barn unlocked." The boys heard a clink of metal as someone outside moved the chain on the door.

"I'm sure I didn't, Joe," another voice said, and another set of footsteps moved up to the door.

"Well you were in here last," snapped Joe. Fatty heard the door being pulled open, and he held his breath. Through the crack in the cupboard door he saw the beams of powerful torches being flashed around the barn.

"Nothing looks amiss," Joe said eventually. "You just double check in future," he said angrily. "The things in here are too important to be careless about."

They left the barn, and the door closed. Fatty started to relax, but then stiffened in horror as he heard the rattle of the chain, and the clear snap of the padlock being clicked in place.

They were locked in!

Fatty waited in his cupboard until the footsteps of the men had died away. He thought he heard the distant noise of a door in the farmhouse closing. When he was sure he could hear no further sound, he clambered out of the cupboard. "Larry? Pip?" he whispered.

Pip scrambled out from underneath a table, and Larry appeared from behind a piece of board. Their faces looked worried in the light of the torches.

"Are we locked in?" asked Pip.

"I'm afraid so," said Fatty. He didn't even need to check to know for sure.

"Oh no," moaned Pip. "I'm going to get into so much trouble if I get discovered out of bed."

"Not to mention how cold it is," shivered Larry.

"We'd better have a good look around," said Fatty. "I didn't notice any windows but you never know. Don't worry, we're perfectly safe, those men don't know we're here."

"It's not them I'm worried about," said Pip. "I'm more scared of my mother and father!"

They spread out around the barn, shining their torches all over the walls in the hope of finding a window. Fatty examined the door just in case, but it was shut fast. Eventually, feeling very tired now because it was so late, they gave up looking. "We might as well get a bit of sleep," said Fatty. Pip picked up some sacks from the floor and dragged them to the back of the barn, to a fairly hidden corner. The boys curled up on top of them and fell asleep instantly.

Pip awoke stiff and cold. He remembered at once where he was, and groaned inwardly. Mr Rolls and his companion, if that's who Joe and his friend were, might not be back in here until the evening, and even then it was unlikely they would leave the barn open and unguarded which would allow the boys to slip out. But they couldn't shout for help either, because who knows what the men would do to them when they knew the boys knew all about the flying saucer. Pip heard sounds from outside the barn and checked his watch. It was 8am, and he could hear the cows moving about. Light was coming in around the edge of the door and gave enough to see by.

Fatty awoke too, and nudged Larry. "We'd better put these sacks back, in case the men come in here and see them missing," he said. "I'm not sure we should have bothered moving them, they weren't very comfortable, were they?"

"No," mumbled Larry, still half asleep. "They itched."

Fatty picked them up and went back to the spot in the middle of the workbenches where the sacks had been taken from. He suddenly came running back to the others. "I say! Come and see this!" They followed the excited Fatty around the furniture to the middle of the barn. In the space where the sacks had been taken from the edge of a trapdoor could be seen. Fatty pulled aside a couple of other sacks to reveal it fully. The ground under the sacks was plain dirt, but the trapdoor was wooden, with a bright iron ring. It looked unclogged around the edges and well used.

"Well!" said Pip, marvelling. "We never thought to look at the floor last night. And when Larry grabbed the sacks we were all so tired, and not shining the torch directly at him."

Fatty leaned down and grasped the iron ring set in the trap door. The door was heavy but came up smoothly. A roughly hewn set of stone steps led downwards into darkness. Pip and Larry got out their torches.

"Let's go," said Fatty. "I'll try and cover the trapdoor with the sacks again just before I close it. I don't know how neat it will be though."

"We'll just have to hope the men don't come in here any time soon," said Pip. "And that this trapdoor actually leads somewhere, of course!"

Larry led the way. It was a short staircase, leading to a low ceilinged cellar below the barn. It was only a small room compared to the large barn above, but held plenty of interesting objects.

"Look!" exclaimed Larry, shining his torch around, for the room was completely dark. "There's another two - no, three - flying saucer models here, in different stages of completion."

"And there's a whole row of bottles of chloroform here, and rags, probably to hold over people's mouths," Pip said. He picked one up and sniffed it.

"Don't do that, you idiot," Fatty said, coming up behind him and knocking the rag out of Pip's hands. "We don't want you falling asleep on us."

"Sorry," said Pip sheepishly.

"Fatty, I think there's a safe here," Larry called softly from a dark corner.

Fatty went over. "Yes you're right. Don't touch it. The police might want to take fingerprints from it." He looked around. "Well, I can tell from the lack of light that there's no windows down here," he said with a sigh.

"No, but there's another lot of steps going up here," Pip said. "We didn't see it at first because of all the things on the table in front of it. Come on."

They went slowly up the stairs. It ended in a door above their heads, set at an angle. There was a gap in the middle. Fatty put his eye to it. "It opens onto the farmyard!" he said joyfully.

"And it's bolted on this side, so we should be able to get out. But we have to make sure no one sees us, so I'll wait for the right moment."

Fatty could see Mr Rolls driving the cows out of the farmyard towards the fields. When he was out of sight, he pulled back the two bolts and pushed at the door. But to his dismay it didn't open.

Fatty turned to look at the others. "It must be fastened on the other side after all," he said.

"Wait a moment Fatty," said Larry, who was behind Fatty on the stairs. "See there, the crack of light from the door is broken. It looks like a latch. If you had something thin you could perhaps slip it through the gap and open the latch from this side."

"Good idea," said Fatty, feeling in his pocket for his penknife. He selected the longest blade and slipped it through the gap in the door and upwards. The latch opened with a click, and with a push the doors opened. The boys ran for the nearest fence, Pip stopping to re-latch the door, and threw themselves over it. They ran until they were under cover of trees, where they sat down in the grass to catch their breath.

"Thank goodness for that!" said Fatty. "Now, we had better ask Goon to call the Superintendent. It would be rude to cut Goon out completely, but I think it needs more than one policeman to visit the farm in case someone gets away."

As it happened, that step wasn't necessary. Bets and Daisy had both awoken that morning to find their brothers missing, and Mrs Trotteville also found Fatty's bed empty, and Buster sitting forlornly on his own in the kitchen.

The parents of all three contacted Mr Goon, who felt suddenly deluged with calls. However, once he learnt who was missing he felt less important. That toad of a boy and his friends! They were always up to something. They were probably just playing a silly game, just to play a trick on him. No respect for the Law, those children. He told his callers to contact him again that afternoon if they still had not returned.

"Gah!" said Mr Goon, and settled down to read the morning paper.

Half an hour later he was interrupted by a knock on the door. Mr Goon got up and smoothed down the front of his uniform. He was shocked to answer the door to Superintendent Jenks!

"Uh... what are you doing here, sir?" stammered Mr Goon.

"I've had some phone calls from some rather worried parents who say you do not seem at all concerned that their sons are missing," said the Superintendent sternly, stepping into the house.

"But…" began poor Mr Goon, shutting the door behind him.

"Now I know you don't get on wonderfully with those children but I hold them in high regard," went on the Superintendent. "Boys don't go missing for a reason, especially for the whole night. Now do you know if they were mixed up in anything, Goon?"

"Well, I really couldn't say so, sir," said Mr Goon. "They've been nosing about a bit, as usual. But I don't know what they were up to."

"Hmm," said the Superintendent, with a frown. "I had better go and see if their friends can be rather more help." He went to the front door and opened it, and to his surprise no other than Fatty, Pip and Larry were standing on the doorstep, Fatty with his hand upraised ready to knock.

"Sir!" Fatty exclaimed in delight. "Just the person we wanted to see!"

"Well, well, Frederick," said Superintendent Jenks with a smile. "It seems you are quite all right after all. Your parents are rather worried. But I've no doubt you have a good reason for being missing all night?"

"Yes sir, we do," said Fatty. "May we come in, and explain everything? We are worried that we've left signs that we've been there, and the robbers might disappear when they realise."

"The robbers?" said Superintendent Jenks interestedly. "Come in, and tell me the story. Goon, make some cocoa for the boys."

Goon went into the kitchen, inwardly fuming. Those children! What had they found out this time? It couldn't be anything to do with those alien sightings, could it? He listened hard to the voices from the next room.

Fatty started with how they had heard about the crime from Mr Harris. "We found a receipt from the chemist's in Marlow, and we didn't know whether it was just litter or not. But we found a bottle on the shelf that matched the price, and there weren't many items that matched that price. The bottle had a strange chemical name on it, sir, that none of us understood, but Larry looked it up in one of his father's chemistry books and discovered it was chloroform."

"Well!" exclaimed the Superintendent. Larry looked proud at his involvement. "That certainly explains a bit. Go on, Frederick."

Mr Goon came back and handed the boys mugs of cocoa, rather roughly. He was feeling very annoyed with himself for missing that clue. After all, he had had ample time to search the crime site, because the children hadn't gone until the next day.

"That was almost the end of it, sir," said Fatty, sipping his cocoa. "We knew how people were losing time, and not remembering anything, but we still had no suspects, because the lady in the chemist's couldn't tell us who had bought any. But then we had a stroke of luck - well, not for poor Mrs Kitchener, but in terms of solving the case - because the robbers struck again. This time we happened upon the scene almost as soon as it happened, and I found a burst green balloon and a footprint in Cedar Field."

Mr Goon snorted into his mug. Superintendent Jenks frowned at him, and turned back to Fatty. "Well sir, it was quite simple from there. We discovered that only two people had bought green balloons recently, and one was Mr Rolls from Meadows Farm. The other customer we ruled out fairly quickly. But we still didn't have proof."

"I must say you are a very thorough detective, Frederick," said the Superintendent, with a praising nod. "Where were you in this investigation, Goon? I understood that you were called upon in every one of these incidents."

Mr Goon was startled to be addressed suddenly. "Well, I was investigating, of course," he said haltingly, going rather red. That boy was showing him up again. "I also had a balloon clue, and I worked out that the main suspect was Mr Rolls. You can't give the boy all the credit, sir, it was quite easy to figure out."

"Ah, but did you get any further than that?" asked Fatty smugly.

"Not as such, but I expect you only did by doing something illegal, like trespassing," said Mr Goon nastily.

"How did you further your investigation, Goon?" interrupted Superintendent Jenks.

"Well of course I went and interviewed Mr Rolls, but he had a satisfying answer to why he had bought balloons," said Mr Goon stiffly. "He said he was having a party."

"Did you see evidence that this was the case?" queried the Superintendent.

Mr Goon went red. That was answer enough.

The Superintendent turned back to Fatty. "And what did you do?" he asked.

"Well," Fatty said. "I went to the farm to try to get more evidence, as I said. I wanted to see if Mr Rolls's boots matched the footprint I had sketched from the field. But I couldn't see the bottom of his boots, as he had them on."

"How ever did you attempt to see the farmer's shoes?" asked the Superintendent in amusement.

"Well sir, I went disguised as a shoe-shiner," Fatty said, with a glance at Mr Goon.

The memory of the shoe-shiner who had drawn cheeky faces on his shoes came to Mr Goon's mind. His face went an even darker red, all the way to his ears. He looked about to explode, but of course could say nothing in front of the Superintendent, his superior.

"We were so sure it was Mr Rolls," Fatty went on hurriedly. "But we still had no proof. And so we couldn't contact the police yet, you see. So we did a spot of investigating-"

"Pah!" came from Mr Goon.

"-and we found a model of a flying saucer in the barn!"

Superintendent Jenks sat up straight. "Ah ha!" he said. "We suspected as much, but had no proof of course."

Fatty explained how they had examined the model and guessed how it worked, then how they had been trapped in the barn, and how they had discovered the trapdoor earlier that morning. "We were very relieved to find that sir," he said. "And the cellar underneath had stairs leading to a door that went out into the farmyard. But down in the cellar we found the chloroform, but there were also several more models being built, sir. We weren't sure why they needed more."

The Superintendent smiled. "Well Frederick, you have stumbled across a finding that explains quite a lot to me. You see, these crimes of apparent aliens vanishing time and stealing money hasn't been happening just in Peterswood. They have been occurring all over the surrounding area. As yet, we haven't been able to catch any of the culprits. An informant of ours has told us it's an elaborate scam done with a model, but we didn't know any more information than that. Now you've told us about the chloroform a lot more makes sense, with regards to fifteen minutes passing and nothing being remembered. But we couldn't understand how there were so many instances of the same crime occurring in different places at the same time. We thought they might be copy-cat crimes, but there have been too many instances of this for us to truly believe that." Larry, Pip and Fatty listened intently. They had no idea that the relatively small crimes they had been investigating were part of something much bigger.

"Now, from what you have described to me, Frederick," the Superintendent continued, "it sounds as if Mr Rolls and his companion are the ring-leaders, supplying chloroform and models to groups of people and instructing them how to carry out the crimes. They probably pocket a proportion of the 'takings' too."

"There was a safe down in the cellar," Pip said. "That makes it look as if they have stolen quite a bit of money."

"Yes," said the Superintendent thoughtfully. "I suppose you are certain that it is Mr Rolls involved, Frederick, and not two of his farmhands?"

"I can't see Mr Rolls letting farmhands have a whole barn to themselves, that they can lock," said Fatty.

"And it was Mr Rolls who bought the balloons," Pip said.

"One of them was called Joe," said Larry, remembering suddenly. "Does that help?"

"It certainly does," the Superintendent said, nodding appreciatively. "Mr Rolls's first name is Joseph. I don't suppose you know which of his farmhands was helping him?"

"Afraid not sir," Fatty said. "We know he has three. But I know a way we can perhaps find out," he said, brightening. "On the condition that you take me along when you go to the farm, sir," he said hopefully.

The Superintendent laughed. "Very well."

"And sir, if you don't mind my saying, we ought to hurry along," Fatty said. "We left the sacks disturbed in the barn, I think, I couldn't put them back in place as I closed the trapdoor. If they go in the barn, they might get wind that something is wrong and disappear, sir."

"Right," said Superintendent Jenks, getting to his feet, all business. "I have my car and a police car here already, in case we had to search the countryside for you three! Pip and Larry, you had better return home and reassure your parents that you are safe. I'll drop you off. Goon, ring the Trottevilles and explain that I am borrowing Fatty for a while."

Larry and Pip started to protest but the Superintendent held up a hand. "No, I'm sorry, but I really don't think your parents would approve of you coming to the farm."

Pip and Larry looked jealously at Fatty for having such easy-going parents, but there was nothing they could do about it.

Soon they had been dropped off at their houses, the Superintendent promising to be back later to explain everything, although Fatty was sure that the boys would explain all to their sisters in the mean time. Then, with Fatty sitting in the back of his shiny black car, the Superintendent sped off to Meadows Farm. Another policeman sat beside him. Behind the Superintendent's car came a police car with another two officers in. They drew into the farmyard.

Mr Rolls was leading a horse across the yard as they drew in. As he saw the police cars his eyes grew large, and he dropped the reins of the horse and started to run. The two cars skidded to a halt and the police officers jumped out. Two of them chased after Mr Rolls. He didn't get far. Fatty watched eagerly through the window as one of them tackled Mr Rolls to the ground, and the other produced a set of handcuffs. Fatty couldn't wait to be old enough to be a real policeman so that he could be properly involved in this aspect of mystery solving.

The Superintendent went up to a couple of policemen and spoke quietly to them. They went off. The Superintendent went over to Mr Rolls. "The game's up, Mr Rolls," he said sternly. "Now, who is your accomplice?" Fatty got out of the car and watched from a short distance.

Mr Rolls scowled and said nothing.

Superintendent Jenks sighed. "We know what's in the padlocked barn over there," he said. "And you showed your guilt when you ran when you saw us coming. We know exactly how you did it, but you must have had someone else to help you. The key to the barn, please."

"In my pocket," growled Mr Rolls. Superintendent Jenks fished them out and tossed them to the policeman next to him, who went and opened the barn. The Superintendent looked in briefly. The policeman uncovered the flying saucer model.

"I'm impressed," said the Superintendent. "It's a good model. Now, my men will find out who your helper is soon enough, when they have taken fingerprints from in here. But it would be much easier all round if you would just tell us now."

The sound of movement made Fatty turn around. The two policemen that the Superintendent had sent off had rounded up the three farmhands, who were all looking rather uncomfortable. "Ah, but Frederick, you had an idea of how to identify the other robber?"

"Well sir, that depends," said Fatty. He took a piece of paper out of his pocket. "This is the sketch of the footprint I found, sir. It might be Mr Rolls's, which doesn't help us. But if it's not, then it must belong to the other man."

"Good thinking," said the Superintendent approvingly. "You heard him, Mr Rolls. Let's see your soles please."

Mr Rolls gave Fatty such a glare he would have felt rather scared if the policemen hadn't been there. He lifted his shoes. Fatty looked.

"No, they're a completely different pattern. May I?" he asked, indicating the line of farmhands.

"Of course," said the Superintendent, suppressing a smile. It was a strange situation - policemen all over the farmyard, and a boy asking people to see the soles of their shoes. The sketch didn't match the first man. But it did match the shoes of the second man. Fatty checked the third man just to make sure, and then informed the Superintendent. "Very good work, Frederick," said Superintendent Jenks, as the second farmhand was placed in handcuffs. "I'll get my men to gather fingerprints to make sure that there was no one else involved. And we'll pick up that safe, and return the money to its owners. And I think that wraps it up!"

The men were rounded up into the back of the police car, and taken off to the station. The Superintendent led Fatty back to his car. "I'll send some more men out here later to finish off," he said. "Now, I would like to thank you for doing excellent work once again. How do ice-creams sound?"

"Yes please sir!" said Fatty. "Though the others must come too. We worked out this mystery together, after all."

"Of course!" said Superintendent Jenks. "I would never dream of leaving them out."