I'm a little teapot

Here is book two of the series of murder (in which The Ten Cards is the first book) called I'm a little teapot.

 

 

I’m a little teapot

 

 

I’m A Little Teapot

I’m a little teapot short and stout

Here’s my handle here’s my spout

When I see the teacups hear me shout

Tip me up and pour me out

 

Contents page

Chapter 1 What Mr and Miss Smythe were like

Chapter 2 Where is Miss Smythe?

Chapter 3 I’m a little teapot short and stout

Chapter 4 Here’s my handle here’s my spout

Chapter 5 The row

Chapter 6 Chubs and Miss Golding

Chapter 7 When I see the teacups hear me shout

Chapter 8 Death Takes Time

Chapter 9 I think it was…

Chapter 10 Tip me up and pour me out

Chapter 11 Yet again, solved by Mrs Syrup

Chapter 1

What Mr and Miss Smythe were like

“Well I’m certainly looking forward to having a peaceful life for a while!” said Neil Topps three weeks after a series of murders happening. “Yes, I agree,” Mrs Syrup agreed, she had solved the mystery. Mr Smythe and his daughter were renting out a house in the very same village. It was an extremely small village, even smaller then though as so many people had been murdered. “Wherever we go I certainly hope Mrs Syrup stays so that she can solve any more mysterious happenings!” Jane Gane laughed.

“Don’t be silly mother,” said her daughter Bets (short for Elizabeth.) “No more murders will happen, none of us would commit a crime of any sort.” Her brother Joe was nodding in agreement, Stanley Smythe wasn’t too keen on the village or the people in it and insisted on moving somewhere else the following year. His daughter Stella however, had other ideas, “I do like it here father,” she was saying to her father one day. “Hmm, I’m not so sure,” her father replied sternly. It was 9:00 in the morning the following day and most people were having their breakfast, even Bets and Joe who, being seventeen and eighteen, would usually be studying. But it was their holiday so they had three weeks to spend some time with their friends and family. “Chubs!” shouted Bets, “Can I have some more juice please!”

“Coming Bets,” Chubs said from the kitchen.

“Can I have another slice of toast as well?” Joe asked,

Chubs said yes and the rest of breakfast at fifteen Corner Street was spent eating and talking. Mrs Suji was quite happily getting dressed; Mabel Tesco and Emma Alps were talking at Emma’s house (Mabel had been staying there) whilst drinking a cup of coffee. Neil Topps was singing in the shower, Amy Rando was watching TV, and Iona Curter was reading a book. I am not quite counting the Smythes as people of the village as they were only renting a house out for a year or so. If you are wondering what they were doing, they were eating breakfast. At precisely ten o’clock, everyone was down at the market place. “I’m not too keen on that man Stanley Smythe,” Mrs Suji was saying to Neil Topps. “I quite agree Mrs Suji, but his daughter Stella is quite the opposite, sweet natured and cares about others more than herself. Her father is, well, how I should put it, rather stroppy and somehow boastful. Doesn’t have the slightest interest in anyone or anything apart from himself.” Neil Topps and Mrs Suji paused for a minute, Mrs Syrup joined them and started up the conversation again. “I’m so sorry for interrupting but I really must ask you Mrs Suji, you borrowed a book from me a few weeks ago, would it be possible to have it back?”

“Oh yes of course, I’ll bring it round to you later.” Mrs Suji replied.

“Thank you, I must be going now.” Mrs Syrup started walking away, but when she was still in ear-shot, Neil said, “This may be going a bit far, but Mr Smythe seems a little like the sort of man to commit murder…”

       Chapter 2

Where is Miss Smythe?

At ten 0’ clock that night Mrs Syrup was sitting at her bedroom dresser, worrying herself over something. She didn’t quite know what it was, but there was something bothering her, it was ten minutes that she had been sitting there. She banged on the table and stood up. “I’m being silly,” she said aloud. “There is nothing wrong anywhere, the only thing that there’s something wrong with is me.” After that Mrs Syrup simply got changed, brushed her teeth and went to bed. But she couldn’t sleep, there was something wrong and she knew it, well she didn’t actually know what was wrong but what she did know was that something was. The following morning Jane and Bets were eating breakfast, Joe was at his house doing the same. Bets had always said that the age of eighteen was too young to move out but her mother insisted that she would think differently when she was that age. Of course Joe didn’t live there much as he was still studying, but he had bought the house. He liked it particularly because it was in the same village as his mother and sister. Chubs came in with the phone in her hand. “Mr Smythe, for Jane,” she said. Jane got up and took the phone into the kitchen, she came in a minute later holding her hand over it. “Have you seen Stella Smythe since yesterday Bets?” she asked. Bets shook her head. “No I’m terribly sorry Mr Smythe but she hasn’t, I’m awfully sorry about Stella being missing. Yes we’ll all look out for her, bye.” Jane put down the phone and sat back down. “What was that about Stella being missing? I’d rather it be her father!” Bets questioned,

“Well this morning Mr Smythe was knocking on her door trying to get an answer, it was locked so he broke it down. She was gone and so was the key to her door, Mr Smythe is terribly upset and, he didn’t say so, but I bet that he hates the village even more now. Mabel Tesco, like everyone else, had also had a call from Mr Smythe and was sitting on the opposite sofa to Emma, talking and stroking her cat Mabelle. She had only got Mabelle (a two month old tabby kitten) a week ago. It was Emma’s idea of calling her Mabelle. She said that women called Mabel should always have a brown, black and white under the chin tabby kitten called Mabelle. Mrs Syrup had come over to Emma’s house to talk about the disappearance the next day, she wasn’t trying to take charge but couldn’t help being interested. The police had already been contacted and were searching. Jolter had been put in charge of the case, as he had been for the murders before. “Aah Mrs Syrup, I see you’ve got here before us, again” he said, smiling. Jolter had always had a soft spot for Mrs Syrup. “Well inspector I won’t interfere too much as I know it’s your case but I…”

“No Mrs Syrup, I would rather if you helped me solve this actually.” Jolter said.

“Well, if you insist,” Mrs Syrup agreed.

Chapter 3

I’m a little teapot short and stout

Just in case you are confused, Mabel had brought Mabelle to Emma’s house, she loved her so much that she felt that she simply couldn’t leave her behind. “I hope that Stella’s alright, I mean, I miss seeing her, although she was short, and a little chubby as well (no offence). A bit like the rhyme – “I’m a little teapot short and stout!” Two days later and Stella had still not been found; Mr Smythe was by now in hysterics and, even though he had a lot of sympathy, was driving the village mad. He was actually showing that he did care about Stella! He and Mrs Suji were chatting on a Thursday, they had happened to both be going shopping in Thornford. They had instantly recognised each other as being either, ‘That horrible man Mr Smythe’ or ‘That weird lady that lives in Tappard Lane.’ “Erm, I’ve never caught your name…” Mr Smythe said.

“Mrs Suji.” Mrs Suji plainly replied.

“Your first name?” he asked.

“I have never liked my first name so everyone calls me Mrs Suji, Stanley.” She replied, bluntly,

“Well, seeing as I have only rented a house in your silly little village, I would also like to be called Mr Smythe.” Mr Smythe said, “Good-day Mr Smythe,” Mrs Suji said, and walked off. She was smiling to herself as she did so. At Emma’s house, her and Mabel were watching a programme about antiques. Mabelle came in through the open door with something in her mouth. “Oh Mabelle, what have you brought in this time!” Mabel said, “Here, give it to me,” Mabelle dropped the paper politely. Mabel read out what the paper said, “It has an ellipse first, and then reads ‘I’m a little teapot’ with another ellipse.” Mabel went white after this,

“What on earth’s the matter Mabel? Oh, yes you said that she was short and stout like the rhyme the other day! I remember, but Mabel shook her head and pointed to the paper. Emma read it aloud, “Yes Mabel, you are right, Stella is short and stout.” She read, Mrs Syrup and PC Jolter were reading the same paper five minutes later. Mabel and Emma were standing there with Mabelle. “Well I think that Mabelle may have found us the first clue!” Jolter said,

“Oh no PC Jolter, Mabelle can be a lot more helpful now by showing us where she found this. I am sure that she wants to go there now. The paper was obviously attached to something, you see, the corner had ripped off.” Mrs Syrup said, Mabel let Mabelle down, she ran off. With Mabel and Emma behind them, PC Jolter and Mrs Syrup followed her. They finally came to a big bush, Mabelle jumped straight into it. “We have our place!” Jolter said, he parted the bush and gasped. Mrs Syrup looked as-well, she turned to Mabel and Emma, “I’m afraid that it’s quite what I expected, Stella Smythe, is dead…”

Chapter 4

Not again!

The news spread around the village about Stella, “Well for one I really do wish that it wasn’t Stella that died! And for two why is it our village that gets all the murders!” Jane was saying to Bets when they were eating lunch on a Monday at one 0’clock. “Yes,” agreed Bets, “And it also means that it could be any one of us next!” Bets, Hannah, Iona and Amy were having a meal out the next day, they went to knock on Neil’s door when they were coming back, he wasn’t in. So Bets left the film that she was lending to him on the door-step. She rung his mobile to tell him so, but there was no answer. Instead she left a message on his answer phone. Then they all went their separate ways to home. Later on that day Bets remembered that Neil was probably driving a taxi somewhere, but the next day Neil was still not there. But he was back in the village the next, as a matter of fact; he had never left it… Hannah Maple was taking a walk and had found a boot sticking out of a pile of leaves, “Funny place to leave a boot!” she thought. Hannah pulled at it and got the shock of her life, Neil Topps’ face became visible as the owner of the body she had pulled out. She screamed and everyone in the village except Mr Smythe came running up. Most of them went white when they saw Neil’s body on the floor. The strange thing was, is that there was the handle and spout of a teapot next to the body. Hannah was extremely white so Jane put her arm round her and lead her away, Joe stayed by the body and Patrick went and rung the police. “Not again!” Emma said to Mabel a few hours later, “I’m getting quite used to seeing dead body’s now, but why Neil! He’s been living in the village the longest out of all of us!”

“Hmm, I quite agree with the first words Emma, not again!”

Chapter 5

The row

“I wonder who it will be next! Oh, erm maybe I should put that differently, I hope that it won’t be anyone, I mean, it could be me or you!” Mrs Suji was talking to Mrs Syrup over the phone. Jane was out the next day and Chubs was out shopping, so Bets was on her own in the house. Chubs came back about five minutes after she had gone, “You were quick Chubs!” Bet said surprised.

“Forgot the list,” groaned Chubs, she hurriedly picked up the list and went back out the door. “I don’t know why but mother’s been acting weirdly since she got back,” Bets had rung Joe to tell him this, “Chubs isn’t back yet so I can’t ask her,”

“Well, ask Chubs if she knows and if she does ring me back alright?” Joe suggested,

“Ok Joe, bye.” Bets finished,

“I wonder, what would you like to watch this evening Mabel?” Emma asked Mabel,

“Oh you can choose Emma, I really don’t mind.” Mabel replied, “Ok then, what about Death Takes Time? You know the murder one where Dorothy Lankasting solves it?” Emma suggested,

“Oh yes, I love that one!” Mabel agreed graciously, she had seen it ten times already, but wasn’t bored of it yet. It was six 0’clock (a hour and a half after Chubs had left to shop) she was still not back. Bets was very worried now, “Mother, Chubs has been gone for absolutely ages now, should I ring her?”

“If you like Bets, but I wouldn’t worry,” Jane replied, now Bets was really worried now, one about Chubs and two about her mother. She was just about to pick the phone up when the door opened and Chubs bustled in. “Sorry if I worried you Bets, but erm, do you think I could talk to you on your own?”

“O-k, erm, let’s go upstairs.” Bets said,

“It’s about your mother, do you want to ring Joe so that he can listen?” Chubs asked,

“Yes, ok I will.” Bets said, she did so and Chubs started.

“Well, I was in the Tesco’s car-park, and I heard voices in one of the trolley parks, I looked and it was your mother and Mr Smythe. I couldn’t help but listen, she said that she was sorry about Stella, and then he said that she wouldn’t say that to him unless she was accusing him. Your mother got all cross at him and then he started shouting. Then they both came out and I quickly hustled into Tesco.”

“Well I must say that it’s all rather distressing,” said Joe over the phone.

“Hmm,” said Bets, “I think that it’s rather strange of Mr Smythe to react like that…”

Chapter 6

Chubs and Miss Golding

Mrs Suji had a cook, and that cook was called Miss Golding. She was a extremely competitive women who whenever met another cook or maid, would try and show that she could do more than them. Chubs was also a bit like this, now this chapter is about Chubs and Miss Golding having a ‘competition.’ They met at Tesco once and started showing off a bit. After that they started working harder and telling each other all that they cooked. “I cooked the most amazing dish yesterday, with scallops and muscles as the centre piece.” Miss Golding told Chubs one day,

“I cooked an amazing pasta sauce this morning, with tomato, cheese and basil in it.” Chubs boasted,

“I went shopping for one-hundred things,”

“I put out the washing in record time.”

“I baked an apple pie,”

“I cooked a Shepherd’s pie.”

“I won a best cook’s award on Friday,”
“Oh yeah well…” This sort of natter and boasting went on for a series of days before Chubs had some sense to stop it. “We’re being silly boasting like this, let’s just stop and calm down a bit. No more extra hard working, I know Jane has been very puzzled lately.”

“Hmm, I’m not so sure, but if you say so Chubs, it’s a mystery why they call you that…” Miss Golding said,

“Hey!” Chubs butted in. After that, Miss Golding and Chubs stopped boasting.

 

Chapter 7

When I see the teacups hear me shout

Mabel and Emma were taking a stroll the next day, “I do enjoy the fresh air Emma, this wood is the perfect place.” They walked all around the village, meeting Joe halfway; he was going the other way to Emma and Mabel. “Hello Joe, how are you today?”

“Oh fine thank you, although I have had a sneaking suspicion that I am being watched! But that will just be me,”

“Oh yes, that’s happened to me lots of times!” Mabel said, they said goodbye and went on. Mrs Syrup bumped into Mabel and Emma and told them about how her daughter had taken her to see swan-lake the evening before. “Oh how lovely, we were watching Death Takes Time, have you seen it?” Emma asked,

“Oh yes, great film, oh, oh no surely not!” Mrs Syrup stopped,

“Whatever’s the matter Mrs Syrup?” Mabel exclaimed,

“Oh nothing dear, I just realised something, now, I must go. I will see you soon,”

“Goodbye!”

“I wonder what it was Mrs Syrup realised, maybe something to do with this case.” Mabel said,

“Hmm, yes, it was probably something to do with murder,” agreed Emma. They came back to the wood and walked through it. They came to a clearing and sat down on a tree stump. When they started walking again, they heard a rustle ahead, “Probably just a bird or animal of some kind, there’s so many of them in woods.” Said Mabel, they came out of the wood into Humble Berry Way (the smallest lane in the whole village.) “I do love living in Damson Dale, and Frosty Wood is perfect for walks, I don’t think I’ve ever experienced better.” Emma smiled as she said this. They were just at the end of Humble Berry Way when they heard a scream coming from Appleby Corner (the next road that was mainly a corner.) They ran to where it was coming from, it was a man’s scream, a sort of yell. There was a body on the pavement, by now most people were by it. It had a recorder machine where you record things. A red button was on the front, someone pressed it and the same yell as before was heard. “Hey,” said Mrs Suji, “There’s a teacup here!” Nobody was happy, everyone except the Gane’s were there, but Joe was. Jane and Bets hurried up, Bets screamed when she saw the body, her mother was silent. The body was Joe.

Chapter 8

Death Takes Time

Mrs Syrup was sowing her grand-daughter a new pillow case whilst thinking about what to do next. She thought she knew who the murderer was, but she couldn’t be sure, she had no evidence, no proof of who it was. She had to notice at least one more thing, which pointed at them. Or more if possible, Mrs Syrup was also thinking about how to catch the murderer. She went and had a talk to PC Jolter about this, but didn’t come up with anything at all. At Fifteen Corner Street, no-body was really saying a word. Chubs cooked in silence, Jane ate in silence, Bets, well, was silent. Mabelle the cat was sitting on the windowsill at Emma’s house, looking out at the front garden and road. Emma and Mabel were sitting waiting for Mrs Syrup to come. Mabelle jumped down from the windowsill and lay down on the rug, purring. Finally Mrs Syrup arrived; she knocked on the door which was answered by Emma. “Hello Emma, I’ve come to talk to you and Mabel about something, well really thank you.” Mrs Syrup waited to be asked to sit down, “Please sit down,” Mabel said.

“It’s such a horrible business this murder.” Mabel started,

“Oh yes, I quite agree, it’s always the innocent who get murdered, which is even worse.” Mrs Syrup agreed, Mabelle jumped onto Mabel’s lap and started purring again. “Oh, I never knew you had a cat Emma!” Mrs Syrup said, surprised,

“It’s not mine, Mrs Syrup, Mabelle is Mabel’s!”  Emma laughed, “Oh, oh right,” Mrs Syrup said.

“What did you want to thank us for?” Mabel asked,

“Oh yes, you mustn’t let me rattle on like that.” Mrs Syrup said, “I’ve come to thank you for something you didn’t know you did. It was when you mentioned Death Takes Time; it made me think of who the murderer might be.”

“Why haven’t you told anyone?” Mabel asked,

“Well I can’t be sure yet, but I will be soon. Another murder will happen and I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do to stop it.” Then Mabel, Emma and Mrs Syrup said their goodbyes, “I wonder if that’s what Mrs Syrup realised!” Emma said,

“Yes!” Mabel agreed, that night, Mrs Syrup thought about what she was going to do the next day, in the end she thought of something.

 

Chapter 9

I think it was…

The following day Mrs Syrup went to everyone’s house asking them who they thought was the murderer. She started with Mr Smythe, “I d’no,” he said.

“Now come on Mr Smythe think your hardest, who do you think did it.”

“Mrs Suji,” he said bluntly, “And that’s all I’m gonna say.” Next Mrs Syrup went to Mrs Suji, “I think it was Mr Smythe, he just seems like a murdering sort of person. I always thought that there was something not right about him.” Mrs Syrup asked Patrick, “I really don’t know, it’s most likely some lunatic from another place or something.” Then Mrs Syrup politely knocked on the Gane’s house, “I think it was, well I really couldn’t say, it’s just all to strange, I really don’t think it was anyone in the village, but Mr Smythe is the wrong sort of man.” Was Jane’s answer, “I’m the same as mother, I can’t imagine it being anyone in the village and Mr Smythe, well he just isn’t rights somehow,” said Bets. Chubs though, had different ideas, “Hannah Maple, I’ve never liked her and I’ve finally got something to blame her for.”

Mabel and Emma both thought it was Mr Smythe, “Ha, ha, we knew you were going to ask this! We have already discussed it, Mr Smythe!” Hannah didn’t though. “It was definitely someone that lived somewhere else, nobody in Damson Dale would do a thing like that, I know that it was Kenny last time, but he didn’t actually live here.” Is what she said, “We think it was Mr Smythe,” Amy and Iona said. That’s everyone, oh no I forgot Mrs Suji’s cook Miss Golding thought it was Chubs. This was insane. 

Chapter 10

Tip me up and pour me out

Mrs Syrup always asked everyone for their opinion as she said it helped her to know who most people thought it was. In that case, most people thought it was Mr Smythe, Jane and Bets were taking a walk in another village called Oak Hill. It was called this because the village was basically a big hill, and lots of Oak trees grew there. Jane and Bets liked this village and thought of it as a place to come to be free of murder. It also helped that Bets and Jane were keen walkers and had once walked half a mile with no breaks (apart from a sip or two of water.) Mrs Syrup however, took no walks when there were murders happening. She had to focus, focus hard. When there was murders happening nearby her friends relied on her to solve it. There was no mystery that Mrs Syrup hadn’t solved and if one time she did fail, the only blame would go to her. Nobody else would blame her but she would blame herself. Bets and her mother had parted to go shopping, Jane drove Bets to a place called Tappard shopping centre. They were driving home and suddenly Jane started yawning constantly, Bets asked if she was tired. “Yes,” said Jane, she yawned again. When they got home Jane went to her room to get an energy tablet, she came back down and sat on the sofa. Bets was outside getting the washing in. When she did come in she found her mother asleep, there was a tipped up teapot next to her. Bets felt her mother’s head, it was freezing, then she noticed that her mother was very still. Then she noticed that her mother was dead.

Chapter 11

Yet again, solved by Mrs Syrup

“I know who the murderer is, meet at my house tomorrow, ten 0’clock sharp.” Mrs Syrup said to the whole village. Mrs Syrup had a plan, she knew how she could catch the murderer in action. So at ten 0’clock that night, she lay in bed pretending to be asleep, little did the murderer know, three policemen were hiding in the next room. The murderer crept in and stabbed at Mrs Syrup, she moved (in her sleep to the murderer) they tried again, Mrs Syrup snored loudly and in came three policemen. “I arrest you Mr Stanley Smythe for the charge of murder.” PC Jolter shouted, Mr Smythe knew there was no escape and hung his head low. The next morning at ten 0’clock the village and PC Jolter met at Mrs Syrup’s cottage. “Well, I suppose you are all wondering how I worked it out, well it started when Mabel and Emma told me about them watching Death Takes Time. The father kills his daughter in it, it gave me an idea that it could be Mr Smythe, but I couldn’t be sure.”

“How were you sure?” Hannah asked,

“I’m coming to that, When Jane was murdered, I asked Mr Smythe where he had been three weeks ago, he said he had been at home on his own most of the week. He hadn’t, he had been poisoning Jane. You see, he used a poison called polonium, it can take up to a month to react, but he knew it would. It also makes you very tired five minutes before you die.”

“Well I’m amazed, but how did he murder the others, and why use the rhyme?” Jolter asked,

“Oh yes, well there was only really one person he wanted to kill. His daughter, the other people he murdered were all by either poison or strangling. He murdered them because they knew it was him from the process of elimination. Mr Smythe used the rhyme to make people think it was Mrs Suji, which he didn’t really succeed with. Mr Suji has always had a lot of china on a shelf in her living room.”

“But how did he get whoever was poisoned to drink or inhale it?” Jolter asked,

“Easy, he forced it down, with Stella, he let her smell it by putting it into a flower, mixed with the pollen. He strangled Joe as he knew that he wouldn’t be able to poison him. He simply walked past Jane and told her that he thought he could smell something funny, she instantly sniffed a lot. He strangled Neil, as a man he was to hard to be able to poison.”

“Well, Mrs Syrup, you make me go mad, you’ve beaten the police yet again!”

“Oh it was nothing, but I do wonder, anyone for a cup of tea?”

 

 

Here is the brand new book, escape! It is the first book out of a series of 4, I am currently working on the 2nd.

Escape! Escape!

Escape! Escape! No.1

 

Contents

Chapter 1 Aunt Rebecca

Chapter 2 Escape

Chapter 3 Inside the big house

Chapter 4 In the gardens

Chapter 5 A mysterious face and an unusual lace

Chapter 6 A listen through the door and a great big shock

Chapter 7 Following the men and running

Chapter 8 Spying again, running again and back to the house again

Chapter 9 Missing men

Chapter 10 Missing paper

Chapter 11 Until next time

 

No.1 Escape!

Chapter 1

Aunt Rebecca

 

My name is Alice, I am nine years old and this is my story, it all started when I ran away from home. I lived with my Aunt Rebecca in a small, old cottage. The reason I ran away was because my Aunt Rebecca was horrid, she told you off practically all the time, even when you hadn’t really done anything! For example, if she told me to put the washing out and I didn’t do it for another minute or two she would spank me with a wooden spoon. She didn’t really care about me, but I did feel slightly sorry for her. The only reason that she was as nasty as she was is because when she was younger (twelve to be exact) she owned a dog. It was meant to be a family dog, but really she was the one who fed it, walked it and had any liking for it at all, so Aunt Rebecca thought of it as her own. The thing was that the dog lived for a surprisingly long time; it died when she was twenty-nine. That was when she became unkind. Here was a dog that she had loved and cared for for seventeen years that had died. That’s why I felt

sorry for her, I mean, she’d been living an un-happy life for thirty years, you can’t exactly blame her for being rude and spiteful after that amount of time of being sad. But I simply felt that I couldn’t put up with her awful telling off for any longer, so I ran away.

 

Chapter 2

Escape

It was the twenty-first of September when I decided to run away, I made my plans to get away the next day so I packed a small bag full of clothes, shoes, water and food. I waited until 1:30am the next morning and then made my escape. I reached under my bed to get my bag and then crept out into the landing; I snuck down the creaky stairs, trying not to make a noise. The key to the front door was inside a little pouch under the rug, I found the key and opened the door, I ran outside and left the key under the doormat. It was pouring with rain so I had to run quickly to try and find a shelter. It was cold, so I wrapped a shawl from my bag around myself. A big tree was standing near me, I slipped and slid over the wet leaves and sat down under the big tree. I waited there and thought about how I was going to survive once all my food had gone. “I know!” I said out loud, “I need to find an old abandoned house somewhere that I can live in and maybe find some old food there.” The next day,(after very little sleep) I set off again, it was quite sunny compared to the day before! I kept walking until I came to a tall, grassy hill, I decided to go to the top and see what was there (if anything) so I grabbed a tuft of grass and hauled myself up a little so I could get my balance. I kept doing this until I reached the top of the hill.

Chapter 3

Inside the big house

 At the top of the hill, well I find it hard to put into words, but there was a gigantic, tumbledown, old, ivy-covered mansion! It certainly wasn’t what I was expecting, but it was better than ever! This was just what I needed; it looked abandoned so I decided to see if I could get in. I went to the giant oak door and slowly turned the stiff handle, the door was opening, I could get in! The first step I took was into a big hallway with lots of famous paintings on the walls, they were very dusty so it was hard to make out what they were of. The high ceilings were being held up by old, dirty, oak beams and the paint was peeling off the walls. But I didn’t mind, it was better than I’d hoped for if you were talking about sizing! Slowly, I walked through the big hall and went through a wooden door it was the kitchen, I walked up to a practically black fridge and looked inside to see if there was any food there, apart from a cheese that looked like it had been there for years! I tested the tap to see if it worked, but the handle was so rusty that I couldn’t make it move. The next room I went into was a living room, there was a huge, old rug covering the whole floor and a big inglenook fireplace was guarding a big fire, “Good,” I thought. “I can collect firewood and start a fire if I get cold, there’s a big tree nearby so I can get all the sticks from it!” I went back into the hall and found a tall cream door under the stairs, I was expecting it to be a cupboard but it lead to a dining room! I didn’t think I would eat in there as the chairs were falling apart and the table was very scratched so I moved on through a door that was in the wall, it lead to a bathroom, “I won’t be having a bath here!” I thought, for the bath was chipped and the toilet had no water in. “I hope that there’s another toilet somewhere that I can actually use,” I thought. There was another door in the wall which lead back into the hall, there was only one other door which was made of pine. I pushed the handle down and the door creaked opened, inside was what looked like a study. All the furniture was just as old and dirty as the furniture in the other rooms. Next, I went up the big, winding staircase, the wooden stairs creaked beneath my feet and I was slightly worried that one might give-way. They didn’t though, so I got to the top safely. At the top of the big staircase was a door, I opened it and found a big bedroom, “If I got rid of all the dust on this bed I could sleep here.” I thought, there was a door in the corner of the room, I opened it and found myself in another bedroom. There was a small cot in the room so I defiantly knew I wouldn’t be sleeping there! After all, I had to think about where I would sleep as I might sleep there for the rest of my life. The next room that I went to was another bathroom! There was a bath with a tap that was just turn-able; a small bit of water came out as I turned the tap. It wasn’t very much but it was better than nothing. The toilet did have water in it and when I tested it, it flushed perfectly. There was also a sink, that didn’t work.

Chapter 4

In the gardens

As I walked back down the wooden stairs, I realised that I had forgotten to go outside and see what the garden was like. So I went to the big, oak back door and turned the ring handle. I instantly saw lots of grass and weeds in, what looked like it used to be a flower bed. It was a big garden but didn’t look very good because everything was either covered in weed, or long, thick grass. I was just about to go back inside when I noticed a small gate covered in green moss. I walked over to the gate, getting stung by a few nettles on the way, and turned the ring. Ahead all I could see was a small patch of grass with lots of brambles surrounding it. I walked around the small field, parting the brambles as I went trying not to get too scratched. There was nothing there so I turned to walk back to the mansion, or, as I would have liked to call it, my new home. I was just by the door when I heard a rustle…

Chapter 5

A mysterious face and an unusual lace

 I turned round, a face was peeping in at me from behind a bush, it was a man’s face. That’s about all I saw, as the face disappeared as soon as it saw that I had looked round. That was when the thought struck me, “What if this house isn’t abandoned! What if there are living here, or working here!” But then I dismissed that idea, the house was far too dusty and tumbledown to live or work in. You’d either need to be desperate for a home (like me.) Or be working on something secret so you’d need somewhere that no-one would ever guess where you were. I tried to brush that idea from my head; I didn’t really like the idea of living in a place where a complete stranger was working on the secret of a bomb or something. Slowly, I crept round the corner where I had seen the face to see if I could find it again. There was nothing there, so I went back into the house, I went back upstairs and looked through the rooms to make sure I hadn’t missed any rooms. I didn’t find a room, but I did find a shoelace, it was in the doorway of the study. Brown and with some sort of weird pattern on it is how I’d describe it. I decided to see if I could make out some of the words on the paper that was on the old desk. The letters where far too small and faded to make anything at all out though. So I gave that idea up, but as I looked around the study a bit closer, I saw a magnifying glass. “Maybe can make some of the writing out using this!” I thought, “But is it to smudged?” It wasn’t, and this is what I saw through the magnifying glass.

 

Find the secret and you will see,

The evil things in this country,

Think of puff and think of down,

The population will be no crown.

 

“What on earth could that mean?” I thought, “Whatever it is I don’t think I like it,” I didn’t really find anything else so I started to wonder what the time was. “Oh no” I thought, “I forgot to bring my watch.” Seeing as every single clock was about 60 years old I had to judge what the time was by how light it was. So, that night I waited until it was dark before I went to bed. I had brushed all the dust off it beforehand so I didn’t sneeze as much as I would have. The mattress wasn’t overly comfy but I did get to sleep fairly quickly. In the morning (or at least when it was light) I lay thinking about the face from behind the bush. “The shoelace must belong to the same person as the face does!” is what went through my head. I got the shoelace from on top of the old chest of draws and examined it a bit closer. It was long, brown and had a little mud at one of the ends. “I wonder if the person has realised that they’ve lost their shoelace yet?” I thought, at that moment I just thought that the person had just been having a walk, seen the house and had a snoop round for fun. But no, I was completely wrong; in fact it was the absolute opposite to what I thought…

Chapter 6

A listen through the door and a great big shock

The next day at about nine o’clock am was the 29^th of May (I had been keeping track from since I left home.) I got out of bed and went downstairs to find something to eat and drink out of my small bag. I began to wonder what I would do when the food ran out. It didn’t matter about water as the tap upstairs worked and there was always the toilet for emergencies… I came to the conclusion that I would just have to eat what I had as slowly as possible. I would decide what to do when the food ran out when I was low on supply. I went outside to the garden for some fresh air and strangely, heard the front door shut when I had come out of the back door. “The person must have thought that I was out, or that I was just snooping that day when he saw me. Or it could be that he realised he had lost his shoelace!” But then I remembered about the old piece of paper that I had found. What if it had a link to the person? What if the person was planning something? I knew at that moment that I had to get to that piece of paper to keep for myself before the other person did. What if it was too late? I rushed inside to the study door and then stopped, there were voices, two men’s muffled voices coming from inside the study. I crept as close as I could to the door to see if I could hear what they were saying. I hoped that they wouldn’t be sleeping here as that would mean me leaving! “So Bob,” said a low, man’s voice, “Yes Jim,” said, who I thought was Bob,

“We need to find out what this old piece of paper that my father left for me when he died means.” Replied Jim,

“Yes, now your father was pretty evil wasn’t he, a bit like us.” Bob said, laughing at the last bit. “The funny thing is,” started Jim, who then paused. “Is that the other day, I was round the bush in the garden of this funny old place and I saw a young girl of about eight or nine looking in the brambles.” I think that I must have gone red at this bit. “So he was spying on me was he?”I thought. They both went silent for a while after that until Bob said, “Also, I had a spare shoelace in my pocket which I must have dropped somewhere in this wretched place.”

“That stupid girl probably took it, we’ll have to watch out for her.” Jim replied. “Anyway, back to business, let’s try and work out this letter.”

“I wish your father had made it a bit easier to understand,” moaned Bob.

“I think that he wanted us to do something for him, something bad perhaps?” Jim said.

“Yeah,” agreed Bob, “But I’ve got to go in five minutes so make it quick!”

“Ok, so I think that it is defiantly something to do with royalty, because it said about being crowned.” Said Jim, “Possibly, or it could be something to do with going down something. Do you agree?” Bob said,

“I really don’t know, but shall we meet tomorrow, same time, same place?” Jim asked,

“Yes, we’ll stay for an hour to give us more time.” Bob said,

“Ok then, more evil talk tomorrow, bye,”

“Bye.”

I was shocked, and just in the nick of time, ran back upstairs. Glad they were leaving but worried about what they would do…

Chapter 6

Following the men and running!

The men came back the following morning, but this time went into the lounge. I saw that they had their backs to me; I crept into the room and snuck behind the sofa. “Well,” said Bob, “I had the idea that instead of talking in this old, smelly place that we should talk whilst walking outside.”

“Good idea,” agreed Jim, “But just this once.” The men got up and walked to the door, once I heard the front door shut, I went and opened it. I was quite annoyed that they had decided to walk and talk as it meant that I had to follow them. I also had to try and remember the way so I could get back. It was quite hard not to be seen as they would keep turning around to check that no-one was following them. I was quite annoyed when they said that they would go back to their homes because they had really only said the same as yesterday. Maybe this and maybe that, I think blah and blur, is about all they said. The men walked their own separate ways, but at that moment, I took a step. Onto a twig! It broke beneath my feet, I desperately tried to find a hiding place, but it was too late. The men spun round and saw me, I ran, the men chased me! “So this is the little rascal that picked up my shoelace,” I heard Bob say.

“She’s been following us!” Jim said, I kept on running; I was heading for the mansion. I would lock the doors before the men got there. I ran up the hill to the house and in through the door. I turned the handle on the front door to lock it and did the same to the back door. I was just in time as the men started to bang on the door! “OPEN UP!” yelled Jim,

“AND STOP SPYING ON US!” Bob shouted.

Then Jim stopped shouting and asked, “How much do you know?”

“Only that you two have been meeting here,” I lied.

“Good,” Bob said, “But anymore spying and you’re in for it!”

“Alright,” I said, but I knew that I would follow them again. As I heard the men walk away, I slouched down with relief. But it wasn’t all over yet, as I found out the next day…

Chapter 7

Spying again, running again and back to the house again

There was something flapping in the wind on the ground outside, I could see it from my window. It must have been about 7:00am. I went outside and found that it was a piece of paper, I turned to scrunch it up, but then I saw. It was the paper! The one that the men had been looking at! “It must have blown out of Jim’s pocket!” I thought, I ran inside and started reading it. “Hmm,” I thought, it was about all I could think. The paper made no sense at all, I folded it up and went outside to try and find something sticky. In the end I got a little tree sap that was dripping down an oak tree at the bottom of the big hill. I applied a little to the paper and stuck it into the pocket of my, by now, very muddy jeans so it wouldn’t blow away. The men came back again later, but this time, stayed inside the garden. “That absolute brat of a girl must have taken the piece of paper!” Bob almost shouted when he said this, “She must know more than she said she did or she wouldn’t have taken the paper would she?” Jim said, his face looking grim. Then I really did blow it! I took a step closer to see if I could hear the men better and, fell! I must have tripped on something but whatever it was made me fall slap bang over. The men spun round as if they had seen a ghost, but I didn’t waste any time running. I jumped to my feet and stumbled back through the house and down the hill. But Bob and Jim wouldn’t easily give up either; they sprinted after me as fast as their legs would carry them! I found myself running so far that I ended up in a village. There was a market on so I managed to hide behind one of the stalls. People didn’t really take any notice of me as it was busy and I just looked like one of the kids playing hide and seek. A few seconds later the men appeared and started asking people if they had seen a girl of about eight or nine. Most people just said that there were lots of eight and nine year olds here. I sighed with relief as someone said this; luckily the men had only seen the back of me or a glimpse of my face before so they didn’t have a very good description of me. Finally, the men gave up looking and went back out of the market. I followed them to see if they went back to the house or not, they didn’t, so I did.

 

Chapter 8

Missing men

I was sure the men would come back the next day, but they didn’t. So I waited for them the day after that, but they didn’t come. Or the day after that or even that. “They must have found another hiding place, without a nine year old girl there,” I thought. It was funny (not literally) but the day I stopped waiting for Jim and Bob, a newspaper was on the doorstep. “Oh no, the men must have reported a missing girl to the newspapers! They must have delivered it to me!” I was wrong though, as it had been left open on a page which read,

Missing men

Two men named Jim Tye and Bob Patingson

Have been reported missing. The strange thing is

though, is that it was someone called Bob Tye

who reported this.

Now I was quite confused, and worried. Why would someone report themselves missing? Why would they give their real name to the newspapers? Why would they even put it in the newspapers in the first place? I now knew that it must have been Bob and Jim that put it on the doorstep; why else would it be left open on that particular page? Also newspapers aren’t usually delivered to old, abandoned houses, are they? So many questions with so little answers, but would I ever find the answers? “Time will tell,” I thought to myself, “Time will tell…”

Chapter 9

Missing paper

I ripped that particular page out of the newspaper and went upstairs to stick it in my jeans pocket with the paper using the remaining sap. But the paper was gone! I was flabbergasted. I hadn’t worn my jeans since I had put the paper in and the window hadn’t been left open so it couldn’t have blown away! There was no hole in the pocket so it couldn’t have fallen out, I checked anyway and it hadn’t. I hadn’t taken it away and nobody else had been in the house. Or had they? That was the only other solution, Jim and Bob had stolen it! I stood there staring at the pocket in my jeans. I looked around to see if there were any foot-prints or anything, but everything was normal. Exceedingly annoyed as I was, the main thing that worried me was the missing men. I looked round the house to check for the paper, I thought of it as a very slim chance that I would find it. I didn’t see anything suspicious or find the paper. In a way it was disappointing, but I wasn’t really expecting to find anything. Annoyed as I was, I couldn’t help but feel cross with myself for not expecting that the men would steal it. I couldn’t exactly do anything about it so all I did, was get on with life.

Chapter 11

Until next time

Really, all I needed to do then was find out what the men were up to, and tell the police. I know what happened, but you don’t yet. You can do though, by reading the next three books. Unless you don’t want to find out what happens, I myself would suggest that you read the next books one by one and find out the men’s secret and what the paper means. The last words from me in this book are, until next time…