The Gum Tree Gang and the Mystery at the Old Queenslander by Marie Seltenrych

Author:Marie Seltenrych
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: sleuth detective mystery childrens
Publisher: Marie Seltenrych

~~~~Chapter Twenty-eight~~~~

Blue Goo

Tracey bent over Kevin's still form, listening for his breathing and heartbeat. "Kevin," she whispered, "it's me, Tracey. Are you okay?"

He groaned.

Tracey burst out crying with relief.

"My neck...it hurts," Kevin moaned, opening his eyes and staring at Tracey. "What happened?" he questioned.

"I was going to ask you that!" she replied, pulling a hankie out of her pocket and blowing her nose. "We'd better get you to a doctor, and try and make it to the police," said Tracey, with a confidence she was far from feeling.

"Let's go then!" said Kevin, attempting to rise, and crumbling to the ground again.

"Let me help," insisted Tracey. "My mum's a nurse, you know. I might be a nurse one day too!"

She put her arm under Kevin's shoulder and he managed to get to his feet.

Tracey hung her back pack on her left shoulder, and she supported Kevin with her right arm and shoulder. "There's a light on at Mrs. Potter's place. If we can just make it across the road, we'll ask her for help," Tracey said encouragingly.

Somehow Tracey felt very strong as they hobbled across the road. She hoped Mrs. Potter was up, and had not just left a light on by mistake. In a few minutes they were knocking on Mrs. Potter's door.

"Who is it?" a voice said from behind the door.

"It's Kevin and me, Tracey Roberts! We need help," Tracey replied.

The door opened about ten centimetres. It was held by a short chain. Part of Mrs. Potter's nose, mouth and one eye stared through the opening. She undid the chain and opened the door.

"What on earth happened?" She dropped the wooden rolling pin in her hand and reached out to help Kevin. She ushered them into the kitchen and sat Kevin down on a wooden chair with a floral cushion. The kitchen light was dim.

"I knew something was going on. I saw you children going into that old place. Not good, I thought, not good!"

She brought a glass of blue coloured liquid out of the fridge. "Drink this." She shoved the glass near Kevin's lips.

He sipped cautiously.

"Mrs. Potter, would you mind if we rang the police. There's something really bad going on," Tracey requested.

"I'm sorry, child, I don't have one of those fancy telephones. When we were growing up we never needed those sorts of things. Out at Birdsville we just visited the post office once a week to get all the local news. Things have changed since then...," her voice trailed on."Don't worry, I'll run to the police station. It'll be quicker than a telephone. Will you take care of Kevin then?" Tracey asked, turning to leave.

"I'll take good care of the lad, to be sure," she replied, coaxing Kevin to drink more of the blue goo. "Now, young man, where do you hurt?" she queried, eyeing Kevin all over.

Tracey glanced at the old house as she exited from Mrs. Potter's place. She started running towards the police station, then halted.

"The scraping sound...that's it!" Tracey turned back towards the old Queenslander.

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