They were still discussing it when Pips came back accompanied by a very silent, very sulky Robert. Pips alighted and lugged him out of the Sneaker by his left ear. She pulled him into the cabin and confronted him with the footprint. "Up with your foot," she ordered, " and compare them."
"Well, leggo my ear," said Robert. "You'd think I was an acrobat."
Pips, albeit reluctantly, released him. Robert, even more reluctantly, stood on the locker and laid his bare foot on the print: it fitted exactly.
From THE CREW OF THE BELINDA, Chapter 16, The Footprint of Blood.
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