The Plot Thickens...

"Samwise Gamgee, where were you yesterday at 6 a.m?" I pounded my fists on his coffee table.

"I was only cutting the grass in my yard! I swear, I had nothin' to do with Pip's scarf!"

"And why would you steal Master Peregrin's scarf?"

"What? I said I didn't take it, Mister Frodo! Why don't you believe me?"

"I do, but why would you take it?"

Sam looked at me like I was crazy. "Because my master's a jerk."

"Very well then. Peregrin could use this kind of information. Stay here and don't go anywhere. If we should find you missing while I'm gone, you will be called upon for more questioning." I left for Pip's house.

Merry was there. If it weren't for Merry, I probrably never would've believed Pip's stories about this "Scarf Baron" who steals scarves at night. While I was gone, Pip found a note in his closet:


Very suspicious. This Scarf Baron must be clever indeed.