Paddington Novels 1-3

thinking what a lot of excitement pressing one small button could cause when a heavy hand descended on his shoulder.
    “That’s him!” someone shouted, pointing an accusing finger. “Saw him do it with me own eyes. As large as life!”
    “Hit it with his suitcase,” shouted another voice. “Ought not to be allowed!” While from the back of the crowd someone else suggested sending for the police.
    Paddington began to feel frightened. He turned and looked up at the owner of the hand.
    “Oh,” said a stern voice. “It’s you again. I mighthave known.” The inspector took out a notebook. “Name, please.”
    “Er… Paddington,” said Paddington.
    “I said what’s your name, not where do you want to go,” repeated the inspector.
    “That’s right,” said Paddington. “That is my name.”
    “ Paddington !” said the inspector, unbelievingly. “It can’t be. That’s the name of a station. I’ve never heard of a bear called Paddington before.”
    “It’s very unusual,” said Paddington. “But it’s Paddington Brown, and I live at number thirty-two Windsor Gardens. And I’ve lost Mrs Brown and Judy.”
    “Oh!” The inspector wrote something in his book. “Can I see your ticket?”
    “Er… I had it,” said Paddington. “But I don’t seem to any more.”
    The inspector began writing again. “Playing on the escalator. Travelling without a ticket. Stopping the escalator. All serious offences they are.” He looked up. “What have you got to say to that, young feller me lad?”
    “Well… er…” Paddington shifted uneasily and looked down at his paws.
    “Have you tried looking inside your hat?” asked the inspector, not unkindly. “People often put their tickets in there.”
    Paddington jumped with relief. “I knew I had it somewhere,” he said, thankfully, as he handed it to the inspector.
    The inspector handed it back again quickly. The inside of Paddington’s hat was rather sticky.
    “I’ve never known anyone take so long not to get anywhere,” he said, looking hard at Paddington. “Do you often travel on the Underground?”
    “It’s the first time,” said Paddington.
    “And the last if I have anything to do with it,” said Mrs Brown as she pushed her way through the crowd.
    “Is this your bear, Madam?” asked the inspector. “Because if it is, I have to inform you that he’s in serious trouble.” He began to read from his notebook. “As far as I can see he’s broken two important regulations – probably more. I shall have to give him into custody.”
    “Oh dear.” Mrs Brown clutched at Judy for support. “Do you have to? He’s only small and it’s his first time out in London. I’m sure he won’t do it again.”
    “Ignorance of the law is no excuse,” said the inspector, ominously. “Not in court! Persons are expected to abide by the regulations. It says so.”
    “In court!” Mrs Brown passed a hand nervously over her forehead. The word court always upset her. She had visions of Paddington being taken away in handcuffs and being cross-examined and all sorts of awful things.
    Judy took hold of Paddington’s paw and squeezed it reassuringly. Paddington looked up gratefully. He wasn’t at all sure what they were talking about, but none of it sounded very nice.
    “Did you say persons are expected to abide by the regulations?” Judy asked, firmly.
    “That’s right,” began the inspector. “And I have my duty to do the same as everyone else.”
    “But it doesn’t say anything about bears?” asked Judy, innocently.
    “Well.” The inspector scratched his head. “Notin so many words.” He looked down at Judy, then at Paddington, and then all around. The escalator had started up again and the crowd of sightseers had disappeared.
    “It’s all highly irregular,” he said. “But…”
    “Oh, thank you,” said Judy. “I think you’re the kindest man I’ve ever met! Don’t you think so, Paddington?” Paddington nodded his head vigorously and the inspector blushed.
    “I shall always travel on this Underground in future,” said Paddington, politely. “I’m sure it’s the nicest in all London.”
    The inspector opened his mouth and seemed about to say something, but he closed it again.
    “Come along, children,” said Mrs Brown, hastily. “If we don’t hurry up we shall never get our shopping done.”
    From somewhere up above came the sound of dogs barking. The inspector sighed. “I can’t understand it,” he said. “This used