As Harry turned, he did something he had never done before - he knocked over
one of the pots and broke it. He was annoyed with himself for being so careless
and bent down to pick up the pieces.
The pot had been very plain and tightly shut up. All of the other pots had open
tops. But not this one. Now that it was broken he could see that there had been
something inside. It was a small, thin pipe about the length of his little finger. It was
made of clay — the same stuff as the pots. He picked it up. It looked like a musical
instrument, some kind of whistle for a child to blow into, perhaps? It might have
some interest.
Harry decided the whistle would be worth taking home to look at. He put it into
the pocket of his cotton jacket.
He told his professor about the broken pot but not about his whistle. He already
thought about it as being his whistle.
'That's too bad,' said Professor Teo, 'but I don't suppose it was of much
importance. What did you make of it, Harry?'
'Just an ordinary, plain pot,' said Harry. 'Nothing special. I can put it back
together again but, really, it's no great loss. I can keep the pieces for you, if you