The Mystery of the Holly Lane (The Five Find-Outers, Book 11)
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Money has been stolen from a bungalow called Hollies, and now all the furniture has gone! Who could the thief be? Fatty and the Find-Outers are on the case, but it looks as though Mr Goon might solve the mystery first . . . Can the children solve the case, find the money and bring the villains to justice? All will be revealed in The Mystery of Holly Lane. 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.
eleven Bets went out into the garden to find Pip. He was just putting a rake away, and looked extremely hot. “Is it time?” he called. “Gosh, I’ve been working like ten gardeners rolled into one.” “You look as if you’re going to burst into flame at any minute,” said Bets, with a giggle. “You’d better wash your hands, they’re filthy. I’ll go on ahead and collect Buster. Don’t be long!” She ran down the drive happily. She was tremendously glad that Fatty was coming back at last. Bets was very fond
they paused. Now, where was he?” “There he is � talking to that woman,” said Larry. “Hurry!” They hurried. The man, his coat-collar turned up, wearing thick glasses over his eyes, was saying something very earnestly to a thin little woman with a shopping-basket The four came up behind him and listened with amusement. Oh Fatty, Fatty! “I seek my sistair’s house. You will tell me, pliss? The house, it is called Grintriss.” “Never heard of it,” said the woman, looking most suspiciously at the
Henri’s sister had given it to him. “Sixty-two, North Street, Peterswood. The other end of the town. Well, I’ll be off.” Fatty didn’t cycle. His bicycle was too expensive-looking to be owned by a young man who wanted a job at window-cleaning. He set off at a good pace, with Buster at his heels. It took him about twenty minutes to get to the address. No. 62 was a smart little house, with a television aerial on the roof. Evidently window-cleaning was quite a well-paid occupation. Fatty walked
� you and Goon stay here and let him tell you about the midnight move,” said the Superintendent. “Where he parked the van and everything. Then take him along to the police station. I’ll be there in an hour.” “Right, sir,” said Johns, the plain-clothes man. Goon muttered something, but nobody could catch what he said. Still, as nobody listened, it didn’t matter! Poor Goon, he looked very downcast as the five children and Marian went away with the Superintendent. Mr. Henri went with them and said
I’ve just this minute been to the farm to get particulars of sheep-chasing dogs � and here I’ve got one caught in the act!” Mr. Goon came crashing through the hedge, and Pip at once sprang to his feet. “Buster wasn’t chasing the sheep!” he cried, indignantly. “He came to find me. He’s only arrived this very minute.” “I’ll catch that dog and take him off with me,” said Mr. Goon, simply delighted to think that he could find such a good reason for catching Buster. But it wasn’t so easy to catch