Mystery #01 — The Mystery of the Burnt Cottage - Blyton Enid (бесплатная регистрация книга TXT) 📗

"Now don't you start all over again!" said Mrs. Minns, thumping on the table with the rolling-pin as if she was hitting poor Lily on the head with it "You go and get me

the dripping, if you can find out where you put it yesterday. And no more back-chat from you, if you please!"

The children didn't want to hear about Lily's faults, or where she put the dripping. They wanted to hear about the people that Mr. Hick had quarrelled with, and who might therefore have a spite against him. It looked as if both Mr. Peeks and Mr. Smellie would have spites against him. And what about the old tramp too?

"Was Mr. Hick very angry with the tramp when he found him stealing the eggs?" asked Pip.

"Angry! You could hear him all over the house and the garden too!" said Mrs. Minns, thoroughly enjoying talking about everything. "I said to myself, 'Ah, there's the master off again! It's a pity he doesn't use up some of his temper on that lazy girl Lily!'"

Lily appeared out of the larder, looking sulky. The children couldn't help feeling sorry for her. The girl put the dripping down on the table with a bang.

"Any need to try and break the basin?" inquired Mrs. Minns. "It's a bad girl you are today, a right down bad girl. You go and wash the back steps, madam! That will keep you busy for a bit."

Lily went out, clanking a pail. "Tell us about the tramp," said Pip. "What time did Mr. Hick see him stealing eggs?"

"Oh, sometime in the morning," said Mrs. Minns, rolling out pastry with a heavy hand. "The old fellow came to my back door first, whining for bread and meat, and I sent him off. I suppose he slipped round the garden to the henhouse, and the master saw him there from the cottage window. My word, he went for him all right, and said he'd call the police in, and the old tramp, he went flying by my kitchen door as if a hundred dogs were after him!"

"Perhaps he fired the cottage," said Pip. But Mrs. Minns would not have it that any one had fired the cottage but Mr. Peeks.

"He was a sly one," she said. "He'd come down into my kitchen at nights, when every one was in bed, and he'd

go to my larder and take out a meat-pie or a few buns or anything he'd a mind to. Well, what I say is, if some one can do that, they'll set fire to a cottage too."

Pip remembered with a very guilty feeling that once, being terribly hungry, he had slipped down to the school larder and eaten some biscuits. He wondered if he was also capable of setting fire to a cottage, but he felt sure he could never do that. He didn't think that Mrs. Minns was right there.

Suddenly, from somewhere in the house, there came the sound of a furious flow of words. Mrs. Minns cocked her head up, listened and nodded.

"That's the master," she said. "Fallen over something, I shouldn't wonder."

Sweetie, the big black and white cat, suddenly flew into the kitchen, her fur up, and her tail swollen to twice its size. Mrs. Minns gave a cry of woe.

"Oh, Sweetie I Did you get under his feet again! Poor lamb, poor darling lamb!"

The poor darling lamb retired under the table, hissing. The three kittens in the basket stiffened in alarm, and hissed too. Mr. Hick appeared in the kitchen, looking extremely angry.

"Mrs. Minns! I have once more fallen over that horrible cat of yours. How many more times am I to tell you to keep her under control? I shall have her drowned."

"Sir, the day you drown my cat I walk out!" said Mrs. Minns, laying down the rolling-pin with a thump.

Mr. Hick glared at the cook as if he would like to drown her as well as the cat. "Why you want to keep such an ugly and vicious animal, I cannot think," he said. "And good heavens above - are those kittens in that basket?"

"They are, sir," said Mrs. Minns, her voice rising high. "And good homes I've found for every single one of them, when they're old enough."

Mr. Hick then saw the two children, and appeared to be just as displeased to see them as he had been to see the kittens.

"What are these children doing here?" he asked sharply.

"You ought to know better, Mrs. Minus., than to keep your kitchen full of tiresome children and wretched cats and kittens! Tell them to go!"

He marched out of the door, first setting down the empty cup and saucer he was carrying. Mrs. Minns glared after him.

"For two pins I'd bum your precious cottage down if it wasn't already gone!" she called after Mr. Hick, when he was safely out of hearing. Sweetie rubbed against her skirt, purring loudly. She beat down and stroked her.

"Did the nasty man tramp on you?" she asked fondly. "Did he say nasty things about the dear little kittens? Never you mind., Sweetie!"

"We'd better be going," said Daisy, afraid that Mr. Hick might hear what Mrs. Minns was saying, and come back in a worse temper than ever. "Thank you for all you've told us, Mrs. Minus. It was most interesting."

Mrs. Minns was pleased. She presented Pip and Daisy with a ginger bun each. They thanked her and went, bubbling over with excitement.

"We've learnt such a lot that it's going to be difficult to sort it all out!" said Pip. "It seehis as if at least three people might have done the crime - and really, if that's the kind of way that Mr. Hick usually behaves I can't help feeling there must be about twenty people who would only be too glad to pay him back for something!"

The Tramp -- Clear-Orf -- and Fatty.

The four children met in the old summer-house of excitement. Bets and Buster were not yet back, but they couldn't wait for them to come. They had to tell their news.

"We saw the chauffeur!  He's called Thomas," said Larry. "He told us all about the valet called Peeks. He was chucked out on the day of the fire, for wearing his master's clothes!"

"I'm sure he did the crime," said Fatty eagerly. "We must find out more about him. He lives in the next village."

"Yes, but listen!" said Daisy. "It might be old Mr Smellie!"

"Who?" said Larry and Fatty, in astonishment. "Mr Smelliel"

"Yes," said Daisy, with a giggle. "We thought it couldn't be a real name, too, when we heard it, but it is."

"Mr. Hiccup and Mr. Smellie," said Fatty unexpectedly. "What a lovely pair!"

Larry chuckled. "Daisy and Pip don't know about Mr. Hick and cup," he said. He told them. They laughed.

"It isn't really very funny, but it seehis as if it is," said Daisy. "At school things seem like that sometimes too - we scream with laughter, and afterwards it doesn't really seem funny at all. But do let us tell you about Mr. Smellie, and the quarrel he had with Mr. Hiccup."

She told Larry and Fatty all that Mrs. Minns had said. Then Pip told about the old tramp who had been caught stealing eggs. And then Daisy described how Mr. Hick himself had come into the kitchen and rowed Mrs. Minns for letting her cat get under his feet. "They had a proper quarrel," said Daisy., "and Mrs. Minns actually called after Mr. Hick and said she felt like burning down his cottage if it hadn't already been done!"

"Golly!" said Larry, surprised. "It looks as if old Mrs. Minns might have done it herself then - if she felt like it today, she might quite easily have felt like it two days ago -and done it! She had plenty of chance."

"You know, we have already found four suspects," said Fatty solemnly. "I mean - we can quite properly suspect four persons of firing that cottage - the old tramp, Mr. Smellie, Mr. Peeks and Mrs. Minns! We are getting on."

"Getting on?" said Larry. "Well, I don't know about that. We seem to find more and more people to suspect, which makes it all more and more difficult. I can't think

how in the world we're going to discover which it is,8' "We must find out the movements of the four suspects.," said Fatty wisely. "For instance, if we find out that Mr. Smellie, whoever he is, spent the evening of the day before yesterday fifty miles away from here, we can rule him out. And if we find that Horace Peeks was at home with His mother all that evening,, we can rule him out. And so on."