The Hangman's Lair by Simon Cheshire

Author:Simon Cheshire [Simon Cheshire]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781853409943
Publisher: Piccadilly Press Ltd

CASE FILE TWELVE:

WHISPERS FROM

THE DEAD

CHAPTER

ONE

ADULTS CAN BE STUPID. I mean really, seriously dum-dum stupid. They fight over the most ridiculous things, they invade each other’s countries and they make TV shows containing no jokes or car chases.

It’s the weird things they’re prepared to believe which baffle me most: they read horoscopes, buy celebrity gossip magazines and listen to weather forecasts. You’d think they didn’t have a molecule of common sense between them.

In my files are notes on a case I’ve labelled Whispers From the Dead. It’s a perfect example of how, sometimes, adults have to be saved from their own utter idiocy. It all started a couple of days after the events described in Diary of Fear.

Since the previous weekend, I’d taken everything out of the garden shed, my Crime HQ. I’d chucked away a few broken bits and pieces, and put the rest back in again. I’d made absolutely sure that I was putting everything back in the most space-saving way possible: garden hose neatly coiled, lawnmower hung up on a big hook, paint tins carefully stacked according to size, and so on. I badly needed more space for my desk, my files and my Thinking Chair. It was bad enough being forced to share the shed with all that DIY and gardening stuff, but having to shove it out of the way all the time was adding insult to injury, as they say.

However, now that everything was back inside the shed, I was beginning to wonder what exactly had gone wrong with my tidy-up plan. There seemed to be even less room in there than before! It didn’t make sense. Had someone sneaked along in the middle of the night and added the contents of their shed to mine? The gardening gear was now teetering in a massive pile, which looked like it was about to fall over and bury all my files under half a tonne of plant pots. My desk would not sit straight! One side was higher than the other, its legs propped up on a box of paint brushes. And the only way I could even fit my Thinking Chair in was to turn it one hundred and eighty degrees, so it faced the door. It just looked completely wrong!

I was scrambling over the top of the desk (and suddenly realising that it blocked off the drawers of my filing cabinet) when there was a knock at the door.

‘Come in!’ I called. Or, rather, ‘Mff eeen!’ because I was rapidly slipping down the gap between the edge of the desk and the back of the chair.

I heard the door open, and then the unmistakable sarcasm of my great friend Izzy sliced through the dusty air. ‘Do you point your bum at everyone who comes in here, or is it just me?’

‘Hummlee erp, um sperkk,’ I groaned. I think the way my hand was waggling wildly behind my back must have been what told Izzy I was saying, ‘Help me up, I’m stuck’. She took hold of the waistband of my trousers and hauled me free.

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