The Mystery of the Invisible Thief by Enid Blyton

Author:Enid Blyton [Blyton, Enid]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: Juvenile Fiction, Mysteries & Detective Stories
ISBN: 9780006932017
Google: CaT3AQAAQBAJ
Goodreads: 1363590
Publisher: Armada
Published: 1949-12-31T18:30:00+00:00

“Ay, I do - if you can get me another pair to put on while you mend these,” said the old tramp, and he gave his wheezy laugh again. “Or couldn’t I borrow a pair of Colonel Cross’s - have you got a pair in to mend?”

“No, I haven’t - and you wouldn’t get ’em if I had,” said the cobbler sharply. “Get along with you! Do you want to get me into trouble?”

“No, no,” said the old tramp. “Do his boots have rubber heels on?”

The cobbler lost his temper. “What’s that to do with you? Coming in here wasting my time! You’ll be wanting to know if the butcher has brown or black laces next. Be off with you, and don’t come back again.”

“That’s all right, sir, that’s all right,” wheezed the old man, shuffling to the door, where he stopped and had a most alarming coughing-fit.

“You stop smoking a clay pipe and you’ll get rid of that cough,” said the cobbler, bad-temperedly. Then he saw someone else trying to get past the coughing tramp. “Get out of my shop and let the next person come in.”

The next person was a burly man with a little black moustache, a dark brown face, dark glasses and big feet.

He pushed past the old tramp. “Give me room,” he said, in a sharp voice. Fatty pricked up his ears at once. He knew that familiar voice - yes, and he knew that unfamiliar figure too - it was Goon!

“Goon! In another disguise!” thought Fatty in amazement and mirth. “He’s done better this time - with dark glasses to hide his frog-eyes, and some stuff on his red face to make it look tanned.”

He looked at the burly Goon. He wore white flannel trousers and shirt with no tie, and a red belt round his portly middle. On his feet were enormous white shoes.

“Why the disguise?” wondered Fatty. “Just practising, like me? Or is he going to snoop round somewhere? Perhaps he has found out where or who Rods is. I’d better stand by and find out.”

He shuffled out and sat down on a wooden bench, just outside. He strained his ears to see if he could catch any words. What was Goon doing in the cobbler’s? Surely he hadn’t got the same bright idea as Pip had had - of asking about repairs to large-size boots!

Goon had! He was very pleased about it. He had made up a nice little story to help him along.

“Good morning,” he said to the cobbler. “Did my brother leave his boots here to be mended? He asked me to come in and see. Very large size, twelves or thirteens.”

“What name?” asked the cobbler.

“He didn’t give his name,” said Mr Goon. “Just left the boots, he said.”

“Well, I haven’t any boots as big as that here,” said the cobbler. “I’ve only got two customers with feet that size.”

“Who are they?” asked Goon.

“What’s that to you?” said the cobbler impatiently. “Am I going to waste all my morning talking about big boots?”

“I know one of your customers is Mr Goon,” said Mr Goon.

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