The Mystery of the Strange Messages (The Five Find-Outers, Book 14)

The Mystery of the Strange Messages (The Five Find-Outers, Book 14)

Enid Blyton

Language: English

Pages: 90


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Who is sending strange, nasty messages to Mr Goon?

How the tables have turned! Finally, Mr Goon is the one who needs help from the expert mystery solvers, the Five Find-Outers. The children are quickly on the trail, but the mystery doesn't end there... The Mystery series follows the adventures of ‘The Five Find Outers’ - Pip, Bets, Larry, Daisy and Fatty, as they solve the most unusual crime cases with the help of their dog Buster.

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cottage, and very cosy it is too!” “Was it ever called The Ivies’, asked Fatty, hopefully. Mr. Smith shook his head. “No. It was just called The Cottage”, he said. “Sorry I can’t help you.” “I’m very sorry to have bothered you,” said Fatty, and he raised his cap politely, pleased to have met with such a nice old couple. He went back to Bets and told her what had happened. “I felt rather mean, bothering such nice people,” he said, putting Buster down. “Well—although their name is Smith and

remember that rude poem you wrote about me, once? Well, I haven’t forgotten it, see? And what’s all that about ‘The Ivies’ in that poem? Don’t you go putting secret information like that into your poems. You give me that notebook of yours and let me see what other poems you’ve got there.” “No, Uncle. My notebook’s private,” said Ern, remembering that he had put into it notes of the meetings he had had with Fatty and the others. “Now, look here, young Ern,” said Goon, advancing on him, and Ern

something!” she said excitedly. She stretched her fingers to the utmost and tried to get hold of whatever it was, with the very ends of her fingers. There was a sudden snap! and Bets screamed. “Oh! My finger! Something caught ill” “It’s a mouse-trap, isn’t it!” said Pip, with a squeal of laughter. “I know that snap! Mother put a trap in my bedroom last night, and it went snap and caught a mouse.” “Oh, Bets—did it trap your lingers?” said Fatty, in concern, as Bets stood up, squeezing the

uncle at once. “No, I don’t want the police here.” “Well, all I can do is to telephone them for you,” said the man, and hurried off. “It’s the police you need!” Ern was in despair. The last person he wanted to see was his uncle, the very last \ He hurried back to the house, his feet making no noise over the snow. He peeped through the kitchen window. No sign or sound of poor old Fatty—but the men were obviously still there, for Ern could see the flash of their torches from the little bedroom.

brothers, Sid and Perce, when my uncle comes sailing up on his bicycle,” began Ern, thoroughly enjoying all the attention he was getting. “And Mum says, ‘Look who’s here!’ And we looked, and it was Uncle Theophilus…” “Oh! I’d forgotten that was Mr. Goon’s name,” said Bets, with a squeal of delight. “Well, Sid and Perce, they bolted upstairs straightaway.” said Ern. “They’re scared stiff of Uncle because he’s a policeman—and I was going, too, when Uncle yelled at me and said, ‘You stay here,

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