Read Mystery of the Secret Room Online
Authors: Enid Blyton
Rude? Ah, non, non, non - surely it was not rude! said Fatty in a shocked tone, wagging his hands just as his French master did at school. That I cannot believe, Mr. Poleeeceman.
Well, you look here at this, said Mr. Goon. Maybe you can tell me whose writing this is, see?
He took the envelope from his pocket, and pulled out the sheet of paper. There you are - you take a squint at that and tell me if you know who wrote that rude letter.
Fatty took it - and at that moment the wind most conveniently puffed down the street. Fatty let go the paper and it fluttered away. Fatty sprinted after it at once, and, when he bent down to pick it up, it was easy to slip it into his pocket and turn to Clear-Orf with the other letter in his hand.
Drat it, it nearly went! said Mr. Goon, and he almost snatched it from Fattys hand. Better not flap it about in the wind. Ill put it back into the envelope.
He did, and Fatty grinned to himself. It had been so easy - much, much easier than he had expected. What a kind puff of wind that had been!
Where are you walking to, Mr. Poleeeceman? asked Fatty politely.
Im going down to Mr. and Mrs. Hilton, said Mr. Goon righteously.
Then we part, said Fatty. Adieu, dear Mr. Poleeeceman.
He went off round a corner, and Mr. Goon stared after him. He felt puzzled. but he didnt know why. That French boy isnt half queer, he thought. He would have thought him queerer still if he had seen what Fatty did round the corner!
Fatty pulled off his wig, took out his teeth, removed his queer-looking cap, and took off the rather gaudy scarf he wore. He hid them all in a bush.
Then, looking once more like Frederick Algernon Trotteville, he hastened to the house where Pip and Bets lived, and where Mr. Goon had already gone. He went in and gave the usual call for Pip, although he knew quite well he wasnt there, but was at Larrys.
Oh, there you are, Frederick, said Mrs. Hilton, looking out of the door of the sitting-room. Come here a minute, will you? Pip is out, and so is Bets. Mr. Goon is here with a very extraordinary story. Apparently he thinks that you and the others have been guilty of most unnecessary rudeness.
How extraordinary! said Fatty, and went into the sitting-room. He saw Mr. Hilton there too, and Mr. Goon sitting on a chair, his knees turned out widely, his great hands flat on them.
Ho! he said, when Fatty went in. Heres one of them what wrote that invisible letter. Now, maam, Ill just show it to you, and youll be able to read it. Talks about my brains creaking for want of oil!
Mr. Goon took out the sheet of paper from the envelope and laid it on the table. It was blank, because the writing had not been warmed up. Mr. Goon looked at it, and was annoyed. The lettering had been there last time he had looked at it.
It wants a hot iron again, he said, much to Mrs. Hiltons surprise. Could I trouble you to procure me a hot iron, maam?
One was warmed and then Mr. Goon ran it over the sheet. There you are! he said in triumph, as the faint brown lettering became visible, you just read that, maam and sir - what do you think of that for a letter sent to a reper - er - representative of the Law!
Mrs. Hilton read it out loud:
DEAR CLEAR-ORF, - I suppose you think you will solve the next mystery first. Well, as your brains are first class, you probably will. Good luck to you! From your five admirers,
THE FIVE FIND-OUTERS (AND DOG).
There was silence. Mr. Goons eyes bulged. This was not what he had read before! He snatched the letter.
Well, Mr. Goon, said Mr. Hilton, entering into the matter suddenly, I cant see what you have to complain about in that. Quite a nice, complimentary letter, I think.
Nothing about your brains er - er - creaking and wanting oiling. I dont understand what you are complaining of.
Mr. Goon read the letter again hurriedly. He couldnt believe what he saw! This here aint the letter, he said. Theres some dirty work going on. Did you write this letter, Master Frederick?
I did, said Fatty, and I cant think why you should object to us expressing our admiration for you - or perhaps you think you havent got first-class brains?
That will do, Frederick, said Mrs. Hilton.
Fatty looked hurt.
Whats become of the letter I first had? said Mr. Goon, feeling more and more puzzled. Yes, and what I want to know is - are you children messing about with any more mysteries? Because if you are, youd better tell me, see? If you go snooping around trying to find out things, you may get into Serious Trouble.
Fatty couldnt resist the temptation to let Clear-Orf think he and the other children really were trying to solve another mystery. So he looked very solemn indeed.
I cant give any secrets away, Mr. Goon, can I? It wouldnt be fair.
Mr. Goon at once thought there must be a secret, a mystery he didnt know about. He got so red in the face that Fatty thought it was about time he was going.
Well, I must be off, he said to Mrs. Hilton, in his politest voice. Good-bye!
And before Mr. Goon could think of any good reason for stopping him, he went! He exploded into loud laughs as soon as he was out of earshot. Then he decided he had better go and get his disguise from the bush. He would put it on again to save carrying it, and would pop back to his house to fetch old Buster.
So, in a few minutes Fatty, once more in disguise, was walking home looking the same curly-haired, queer, rabbit-toothed boy that Mr. Goon had already seen twice that day.
And Mr. Goon spotted him just as he walked in at his gate! Ho! said Mr. Goon, pleased, so thats where that little varmit is staying - with that Frederick Trotteville! Ill be bound he had something to do with altering that there invisible letter - though how it was done beats me! Ill just go and make a few inquiries there, and frighten the life out of that Frenchy fellow.
So, to Mrs. Trottevilles enormous surprise, Mr. Goon was announced and came ponderously into her drawing-room.
Good afternoon, maam, said Mr. Goon. I just came to ask a few questions of that foreign boy youve got here.
Mrs. Trotteville looked as if she thought Mr. Goon had gone mad. What boy? she said. Weve got no foreign boy here at all. Theres only my son, Frederick.
Mr. Goon looked at her disbelievingly. Well, I see him come in to your front gate just half a minute ago! he said
Really? said Mrs. Trotteville, in astonishment. Ill see if Frederick is in and ask him. she called Fatty. Frederick! Are you in? oh, you are! Well, come here a minute, will you?
Hallo, Mr. Goon! said Fatty, coming into the room. You seem to be following me about this afternoon, dont you.
None of your sauce, now, said Mr. Goon, beginning to feel he couldnt keep his temper much longer. Wheres that foreign-looking chap that I see coming in here a minute ago?
Fatty wrinkled his forehead and looked in a puzzled manner at Mr. Goon. Foreign-looking chap? I dont know who you mean. Mother, have we got any foreign-looking chaps here?
Of course not. Dont be silly, Frederick, said his mother. I wondered if a friend of yours had come to call.
Theres nobody here but me, said Fatty truthfully. No other boy, I mean. Mr. Goon, do you think you need glasses? There was that letter you thought was different - and now you keep seeing foreign-looking boys.
Mr. Goon got up. He felt he would explode if he stayed there one minute longer talking to Fatty. He went, vowing to himself that the very next time he saw that there Frenchy-looking fellow hed drag him off to the police station, that he would!
An Escape - and a Surprise
The next time the Five Find-Outers met they roared with laughter at Fattys story. He acted it well, and the children could imagine exactly how poor Mr. Goon had looked.
And now he really does think were on to some mystery he doesnt know about, said Fatty. Poor old Clear-Orf - weve got him really puzzled, havent we! Mother tells me he has been making inquiries all over the place to find out where the Frenchy fellow is staying, but nobody can tell him anything, of course.
I do, do wish there was a mystery to solve now, sighed Bets, tickling Buster. Weve got all sorts of good detective tricks - invisible writing - how to get out of a locked room - disguises - but theres nothing to solve.
Well just have to go on playing a few tricks on Clear-Orf, said Fatty. Thatll keep our wits sharp, anyway. Pip, would you like to wear a disguise today, and go and do a bit of parading where Clear-Orf is?
Yes, said Pip, who had now tried on all the eyebrows, teeth, and wigs and painted his face a curious collection of colours. Id love to. Let me wear the other wig - the straight-haired one, Fatty - and the teeth - and those big black eyebrows. Theyre lovely. And I might give myself a red face like Clear-Orfs too.
This sounded exciting. Every one helped Pip to put on his disguise.
I dont see why you havent bought any moustaches too, said Pip, thinking that he would look grand in a black moustache.
Well, we havent got voices to match moustaches, said Fatty. You want a mans voice for that. I did think of bringing back a moustache or two, but it wouldnt be a proper disguise for us. We can only disguise ourselves as some kind of children. There - you look positively frightful!
Pip did. He had a fiery red face, black, fierce eyebrows, the awful jutting-out teeth, and the straight-haired wig. He borrowed a red scarf from Daisy, put on his mackintosh inside out, and then felt himself sufficiently disguised.
Goon always goes down the village and round the corner at half-past eleven, said Larry. There wont be any one much about today, its such an awful day, and theres a fog coming on. Wait round the corner for him, and then ask him the time or something.
Please, sir, whats the time? said Pip, in an astonishingly deep, hoarse voice. Every one laughed.
Thats fine, said Larry. Well, off you go, and come back quickly and tell us what happened.
Pip set off. Down in the village it was foggy. He could hardly see more than a yard in front of him. He waited about at the corner, listening for Clear-Orfs heavy feet. Some one came unexpectedly round the corner, walking quietly and lightly.
Pip jumped - but the other person jumped much more! The sight of Pips fiery face, fierce eyebrows, and awful teeth made old Miss Frost scream.
Oh! Help! Who is it? she squealed, and turning back, she raced down the village street. She bumped into old Clear-Orf.
Theres a horrible person round the corner, she panted. Awful red face and great eyebrows - and the wickedest teeth I ever saw - sort of hanging out of his mouth!
The mention of sticking-out teeth reminded Mr. Goon of the French boy, and he wondered if it was he who was hanging about round corners. So, trying to walk as lightly as he could, he tiptoed to the corner and went round it very suddenly.
Pip was there! Mr. Goon was on him almost before he could move. The policeman stared in amazement at the boys fiery face, the absurd eyebrows, and the familiar jutting-out teeth.
Ere, whats all this? he began, and shot out a powerful arm to get hold of Pip. Pip felt his grip on his mackintosh, and had to wriggle right out of it before he could escape. Mr. Goon was left standing with a mackintosh in his hands - but he didnt stand for long. He went after Pip at top speed.
Pip was frightened. He hadnt really thought Mr. Goon would catch hold of him so quickly - and now he had got his mackintosh. Blow! Well, he mustnt be caught, or there would be very awkward questions to answer. For a minute he was sorry he had gone out in such an extraordinary disguise. Then as he gained a little on the panting policeman, he began to enjoy the adventure.
They tore up the road. They raced up the hill and over it. Pip made for open country, thinking that he might be able to get behind a hedge and let Mr. Goon go lumbering by in the mist.
He came to a gateway, and remembered that it led up the drive to an old empty house. No one had lived there for ages and ages. It belonged to somebody who seemed to have forgotten all about it!
He tore into the drive, hoping that Mr. Goon would go on without seeing him. But the policeman was not to be put off so easily. He tore up the drive too.
Pip fled round the old house, and came into a tangled, untidy garden, with many trees standing about. He spotted one that seemed easy to climb, and in a trice had shinned up it, just before Mr. Goon came round the corner, puffing like a goods train.
Pip sat high up in the tree, as silent as could be. There were no leaves on it and if Mr. Goon looked up he was lost! He watched the policeman go all over the garden, and took the chance of climbing up still farther, so that more branches hid him from Mr. Goon. He was almost at the top of the tree now, level with the highest storey of the house. He watched Mr. Goon, hardly daring to breathe.
Jolly good thing this is an empty house, thought Pip, else the people would all be coming out to see what the matter is - and Id be spotted.
He crouched against the trunk of the tree, level with a window. He looked at it, and saw to his surprise that it was barred.
Must have been a nursery window at one time, I suppose, he thought. Jolly strong bars though.
Then he glanced in at the window - and he almost fell out of the tree with shock!
The room inside was not empty. It was fully furnished!
Pip couldnt understand it. If the house was empty, how could a room on the top storey be furnished? People didnt move away and forget all about one room!
Golly! - I wonder if this is the old empty house after all, thought Pip. Perhaps in the fog Ive run in at a different gate. Maybe the house is lived in, and all the rooms are furnished. I wish old Clear-Orf would go, then I could have a look round.
Clear-Orf was hunting everywhere. The garden was well hedged in, and no one could squeeze out of the sides. Then where had that queer fellow gone? It was a real puzzle to the policeman. It never once occurred to him to look up into any of the trees.