Mystery Series - 14 - The Mystery of the Strange Messages by Enid Blyton

Author:Enid Blyton
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Children's Fiction
Published: 1957-02-24T00:00:00+00:00

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I’ve time to go today. I’m just off down to Fairlin Hall now to get old Mrs. Smith up here. I should think she could leave her bits and pieces of furniture down there, couldn’t she. Mother? Just till she knows when her husband’s coming out of hospital, and where they’re going?”

“I don’t see why not,” said Mrs. Trotteville. “If old Mrs. Hasterley gave her the job of caretaking, that fat policeman has no right to turn her furniture out. If he does, tell me. I’ll go and see him about it.”

“Gosh—I’d like to be at the interview,” said Fatty, longingly. “Are you afraid of anyone. Mother?”

“Don’t be silly. Frederick,” said Mrs. Trotteville. “I’m certainly not afraid of Mr. Goon. Get a taxi for old Mrs. Smith, and bring her up here in it with her bags. Leave all the other stuff behind and lock the door. I could perhaps write to old Mrs. Hasterley. and tell her what’s happened.”

“Right,” said Fatty, and got up. “I’ll just phone for a taxi now—and tell the man to arrive at Fairlin Hall in an hour’s time. That will give me time to scoot down and make sure she’s ready.”

“I’ve told Cook about her,” said his mother. “And she’s going to put up a bed in her room for her. Now don’t forget about my jumble, Frederick. I’ve given you the addresses.”

“Yes. I’ve got them in my pocket,” said Fatty. He went out of the room and telephoned for the taxi and then fetched his bicycle. He debated whether or not to telephone to Larry and the others, to tell them the latest news, but decided he hadn’t time.

He was soon cycling down to Fairlin Hall. It was a frosty morning and rather slippery, so he was careful as he rode round the corners. He hoped Goon was out on his bicycle too, “slipping about all over the place!” thought Fatty. “Serve him right if he fell on that big nose of his. Scaring those poor Smiths out of their lives!”

He rang his bicycle bell as he went down the drive, with Buster panting after him. He was most surprised to find the kitchen door locked when he tried to open it. Surely Ern and Mrs. Smith were up! He banged loudly on it.

Ern’s face peeped cautiously from behind the window curtain, making Fatty feel still more astonished! “Come on. Ern—open the door!” he shouted. Almost at once he heard the key turned and the door opened. Ern stood there, looking pleased.

“Coo. Fatty—I’m glad you’ve come!” he said. “We’ve had such a night!”

“Whatever do you mean?” asked Fatty, surprised. “What happened?”

“Well—footsteps round the place. And someone trying to open the kitchen door. And noises, and people on the balcony, and goodness knows what,” said Ern. “I was real scared. So was old Mrs. Smith. Good thing I stayed to look after her.”

Fatty walked into the warm little kitchen. “Good morning. Mrs. Smith,” he said, “I’m sorry you had a disturbed night.”

“It was those burglars again,” she said.

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