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Inspector Grey's car once more hummed along the dusty road, but this time it contained, besides the two constables, Danny and the Mysterious Tramp.
The gipsy camp was still at Bradmead, but the swings were all folded up, the big tent was down, there was no monotonous music from the merry-go-round. The whole camp was under arrest. Black Bill's sons and all the men-folk had been taken into custody. Six stalwart policemen were on guard, keeping an eye on the women and children.