Mystery Of The Burnt Cottage
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Enid Blyton - Mystery 01 - Mystery Of The Burnt Cottage
Mystery 01- Mystery of the Burnt Cottage - Blyton, Enid.
The Five Find-Outers and Buster the Dog.
The Burning Cottage.
It was at half-past nine on a dark April night that all the excitement began.
The village of Peterswood was perfectly quiet and peaceful, except for a dog
barking somewhere. Then suddenly, to the west of the village, a great light
flared up.
Larry Daykin was just getting into bed when he saw it. He had pulled back his
curtains so that the daylight would wake him, and he suddenly saw the flare to
the west.
"Golly! What's that!" he said. He called to his sister. "Daisy! I say, come
here and look. There's a funny flare-up down in the village somewhere."
His sister came into the bedroom in her nightdress. She looked out of the
window.
"It's a fire!" she said. "It looks pretty big, doesn't it? I wonder what it
is. Do you think it's some one's house on fire?"
"We'd better go and see," said Larry, excited. "Let's get dressed again. Mummy
and Daddy are out, so they won't know anything about the fire. Come on,
hurry."
Larry and Daisy dressed quickly, and then ran down the stairs and out into the
dark garden. As they went down the lane they passed another house, and heard
the sound of hurrying footsteps coming down the drive there.
"It's Pip, I bet," said Larry, and shone his torch up the drive. The light
picked out a boy about his own age, and with him a small girl of about eight.
"Hallo, Bets! You coming too?" called Daisy, surprised. "I should have thought
you'd have been asleep."
"Larry!" called Pip. "It's a fire, isn't it? Whose house is burning, do you
think? Will they send for the fire-engine?"
"The house will be burnt down before the firemen come
all the way from the next village!" said Larry. "Come on - it looks as if it's
down Haycock Lane."
They all ran on together. Some of the villagers had seen" the glare too, and
were running down the lane as well. It was exciting.
"It's Mr. Hick's house," said a man. "Sure as anything it's his house."
They all poured down to the end of the lane. The glare became higher and
brighter.
"It's not the house!" cried Larry. "It's the cottage he works in, in the
garden - his workroom. Golly, there won't be much left of it!"
There certainly wouldn't. The place was old, half-timbered and thatched, and
the dry straw of the roof was blazing strongly.
Mr. Goon, the village policeman, was there, directing men to throw water
Mystery 01- Mystery of the Burnt Cottage - Blyton, Enid.
The Five Find-Outers and Buster the Dog.
The Burning Cottage.
It was at half-past nine on a dark April night that all the excitement began.
The village of Peterswood was perfectly quiet and peaceful, except for a dog
barking somewhere. Then suddenly, to the west of the village, a great light
flared up.
Larry Daykin was just getting into bed when he saw it. He had pulled back his
curtains so that the daylight would wake him, and he suddenly saw the flare to
the west.
"Golly! What's that!" he said. He called to his sister. "Daisy! I say, come
here and look. There's a funny flare-up down in the village somewhere."
His sister came into the bedroom in her nightdress. She looked out of the
window.
"It's a fire!" she said. "It looks pretty big, doesn't it? I wonder what it
is. Do you think it's some one's house on fire?"
"We'd better go and see," said Larry, excited. "Let's get dressed again. Mummy
and Daddy are out, so they won't know anything about the fire. Come on,
hurry."
Larry and Daisy dressed quickly, and then ran down the stairs and out into the
dark garden. As they went down the lane they passed another house, and heard
the sound of hurrying footsteps coming down the drive there.
"It's Pip, I bet," said Larry, and shone his torch up the drive. The light
picked out a boy about his own age, and with him a small girl of about eight.
"Hallo, Bets! You coming too?" called Daisy, surprised. "I should have thought
you'd have been asleep."
"Larry!" called Pip. "It's a fire, isn't it? Whose house is burning, do you
think? Will they send for the fire-engine?"
"The house will be burnt down before the firemen come
all the way from the next village!" said Larry. "Come on - it looks as if it's
down Haycock Lane."
They all ran on together. Some of the villagers had seen" the glare too, and
were running down the lane as well. It was exciting.
"It's Mr. Hick's house," said a man. "Sure as anything it's his house."
They all poured down to the end of the lane. The glare became higher and
brighter.
"It's not the house!" cried Larry. "It's the cottage he works in, in the
garden - his workroom. Golly, there won't be much left of it!"
There certainly wouldn't. The place was old, half-timbered and thatched, and
the dry straw of the roof was blazing strongly.
Mr. Goon, the village policeman, was there, directing men to throw water
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