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We could use that," said Dick, proceeding to turn out his pockets. Julian glanced sideways at Dick. The children understood that it was because she was still upset at her parents for turning her island into a tourist attraction; George had always been extremely possessive about it. The most famous racehorse in England is being tra… More. The books were recalled after the first edition owing to copyright issues, and are now rare and high-priced collector's items. They were all fast asleep. In one such strip, Jack Black actually murders a group of young detectives clearly based on The Famous Five so they won't compete with him for a reward.
She was becoming used to George going off alone for hours at a time. Her cousin had done the same thing at school throughout the term, and in London too. Curious, Anne had at first questioned her about what she had been up to but George had been so much on the defensive that Anne had eventually given up asking. Let her cousin keep her secret, whatever it was! George found herself unable to get to sleep that night.
She kept thinking about her conversation with Alf—no, James! Timmy padded after her and flopped down at her feet.
George patted him, pleased to have him with her. His presence was comforting. A full moon flooded the landscape with silvery radiance and George could see her island quite clearly.
The castle ruins, looking mysterious in the moonlight, reached jagged fingers to the starry sky. The aluminium tower was visible too, of course, smooth and gleaming, and she frowned. Kirrin Island looked so serene now, but during the day it was swarming with trippers.
Her very own island, she thought, and a lump came to her throat. How could Mother contemplate moving away? Kirrin was in the family's blood. When George was younger she had vowed that, once she was grown up, she would live on Kirrin Island with Timmy. An unspoilt Kirrin Island—not an over-developed one with a causeway leading to the mainland.
Ugh—how could Father even think of such a thing? Now she was older George had different plans for her future, but she had taken it for granted that Kirrin Island would always be there, waiting for her, whenever she needed some time alone. Timmy licked George's hand and she fondled his ears absent-mindedly, listening to Anne's soft breathing. Was James right when he said that Kirrin couldn't survive for much longer as a fishing village? Would things have to change, whether she liked it or not?
George didn't know. She wandered over to the other window, which overlooked the moors at the back of the house. They too were bathed in the light of the moon, a vast sheet of silver and shadows, stretching away as far as the eye could see.
Suddenly, Timmy pricked up his ears and George felt his body stiffen. She gazed intently across the moors and it was then that she saw something most peculiar.
Golly—whatever could it be? She must wake her cousins at once! They all crowded impatiently round the larger window in George's bedroom. It had taken George a long time to wake Dick from his deep slumber: Julian had jumped up, alert, as soon as George shook his shoulder. Timmy let out a low growl. She tried to see what her brothers and cousin were looking at so intently.
A cloud obscured the full moon for a second, and they could see nothing except a brooding darkness. Anyway it's too dark to see anything," muttered Dick who was still sleepily rubbing his eyes. Just at that moment, the moon seemed to sail serene and clear from the cloud which had hidden its silvery magical light, and the four children could see this mysterious night time world where everything looked so different from the sunny landscape they knew so well.
They could see now why George had woken them so urgently. They could make out, uncertainly, figures moving. But there was something strange about them.
What can they be wearing? Pass me your field glasses, George. They're jolly good ones, and it might just be possible to see something, if the moon doesn't go behind a cloud again. And those people, whoever they are, must be standing on something or else we could never see them. There's no hill there, is there? No-one has looked after the house and grounds since the owners moved away suddenly.
It's been empty and neglected. He put George's field glasses to his eyes but at that moment a dark cloud covered the moon, and all was darkness once more. Do you want to wake Uncle Quentin and Aunt Fanny? There, on the track to Arden Hall, they saw lights: Then a second burst of light, as rays raked across the moor.
The four children, and the ever watchful Timmy, gazed out of the window for another quarter of an hour, but the moon stayed hidden, and there were no more lights. They could hear nothing except some mournful hooting from a nearby copse of trees. And especially not with Pottersham on the loose. He's got a real grudge, and he's on the run from prison," replied Dick.
Anne paled, and felt glad that the other children couldn't see her. Why did adventures and mysterious happenings always have to happen to them? The thought of a desperate man, bent on revenge, scared her terribly, but she was determined not to let anybody see it, and she was grateful for the covering darkness. We don't know anything is going on yet, but if there is, we don't want to stumble on it in the dark.
They all gazed intently, but it was hard to recognise any features now that the moon was hidden. We don't want to make matters worse. And now we must go to bed. Anne's yawning, and we'll need to be fresh in the morning. The four children went back to their beds, a little thoughtful and subdued, but, apart from poor Anne, with a little excitement at the thought of what they might discover the following day.
I do hope this isn't an adventure, was Anne's last thought as she fell asleep. The children discussed the night's happenings over breakfast, as soon as they were alone. George told her mother that the five would like to go and explore the countryside, now that they were together again, back at Kirrin. It's a lovely day," responded Aunt Fanny.
She went off into the garden, ready to enjoy a lovely peaceful day in the garden, with the children out from under her feet, Quentin busy and happy in his study, basking in the recognition which was his at last, and the shadows over their life at Kirrin lifted at least for a little while. She was pleased that George was no longer the shy, solitary girl she had been, though she did still worry that George could be secretive still. What had she been up to last night whilst everyone else played charades?
You're wagging the packets of sandwiches off the table," cried Dick as dived across to grab the food, skidding as he did so. They took the packets of food which Joan had prepared for them. Dick peeped into the packets to see if Joan had included some of her special fruit cake. Yes, she had. What a good sort Joan was!
They followed the track across the moors, away from the sea and Kirrin Island. George glanced back and saw the village basking in the sun, and the cornflower blue sea sparkling under the clear sky: Little waves danced on the shore, and the bay seemed safe in the clasp of its protecting cliffs. George sighed with satisfaction at the lovely scene, then scowled as she saw the sun glinting on the aluminium tower, and watched Alf—no, James—begin to row a boatload of trippers, with their loud voices, gaudy clothes and cameras, across the bay to her island.
How she hated the award that might take Kirrin away from her, or her away from Kirrin. She wished her father had never found nutrinos. What did she care about cheap energy sources? Why did her life have to change, just when everything had seemed so perfect? Timmy sensed George's unhappiness, and nudged her gently with his nose. She bent down to stroke him, and he licked her hand. Anne glanced at George. The sensitive little girl had some idea of George's feelings, but she knew how much George would hate any sympathy.
The five walked across the moor, using old tracks where no motorised vehicle had ever driven. All was quiet and peaceful, with just the sound of a skylark high above them. The sun beat down, and they grinned in pleasure at being out together in the country, worries for the moment forgotten.
Even Timmy seemed to grin, as his tongue lolled out in the heat. Their path crossed a little stream, more of a brook, but with clear, clean water. Timmy put his head down and lapped eagerly, and the four children scooped water in their hands and drank: There was silence, apart from the Timmy's noisy gulping. His sharp ears had picked up something that the others could not yet hear. The droning noise grew louder, but they could see the moor for long distances in every direction, and there was nothing in sight.
Then George cried out, and pointed upwards. They saw the small plane, at first a speck in the sky, get bigger. He squinted into the sun, but it was hard to follow the plane's flight. The four children moved uneasily, feeling exposed out there on the moor, as the noise of the engine increased. Then, it dwindled as the plane passed. Was it getting ready to land? It's nothing to be bothered about.
The four children and Timmy continued, only Timmy unaffected by the incident. Their path sloped gently upwards, and the bare moor gave way to clumps of trees, though the landscape was still empty and uninhabited.
The track widened and deepened, and there were scrubby bramble bushes at its sides; they were no longer so exposed, and their view was now more restricted.
Maps are no help in this empty landscape. They all knew exactly what he meant. The beautiful silvery moonlight changed the landscape as if by magic, and landmarks were hard to spot in the open glare of day. And when they had tried to locate the spot, there had not even been moonlight to guide them. They paused, and Timmy lifted his head, his ears pricked up. As the four children gazed round, George suggested that they climbed up a little in order to see over the hedge. Anne shivered a little: They moved towards the side of the track.
Anne stumbled and screamed as a figure on a black horse leapt the hedge and galloped down the track. The figure, head bent low over the horse's mane, disappeared down the track in the direction of Arden Hall almost before they had taken in its presence. Timmy barked loudly, Julian tried to console the sobbing Anne, and Dick ran fruitlessly after the horse and rider.
There had been few clues to follow except for the occasional hoof mark spotted by George and Julian, but there had been nowhere else to go. The rambling ruins of Arden Hall were a sorry sight indeed after such excitement with talk of past adventures. Everything about it from its moss covered stonework, shattered windows and rotten doors whispered of sadness and neglect. They were all thinking the same thing but it was George who broke the silence. Anne, who had been in charge of the food Joan had packed for them, thought they had better head back.
Anne didn't care that the brambles pulled at her skirt or that the others were searching for clues. In her mind she was a young girl playing in this very garden before the years of abandonment had crept in and settled over Arden. On summer days there would have been glorious parties and fun games for the children. Dick, who had been quietly watching Anne, stopped and bowed at the waist. Timmy, who had grown bored of waiting for the children to throw sticks, was chasing his tail, sending fluffy dandelions into the air making him sneeze.
The children all collapsed in giggles. Not just the money the tourists are bringing, but work for the people. Only Anne noticed that the old woman's expression changed, as she busied herself clearing the table. A Captain Charles Wallace and his lovely wife Charlotte lived there. Or should I say Georgina? He was very friendly with our son, you see. They had been shown the secret passage some years ago, but Julian was the only one who could remember how to open it.
He found the small dent in the panel near the floor, and it slid open with ease. Uncle Quentin would have a fit if you poked your head out of the hole in the study," cried Julian. We found them in a coat pocket belonging to one of the artists, hanging in the cupboard.
Mrs Saunders will be wondering where we are. The children thanked Mrs Saunders for the cake and slice of ham for Timmy and made their way down the farm track. Somewhere near by they heard a horse neigh, probably disturbed by Timmy barking for the ham George was waving. Don't you children go in the field to feed him though, you hear?
He's a playful thing too. Broke through this fence he did this morning. Unaware of the trouble caused was a beautiful black horse grazing peacefully in the open field. The sun on his coat made him shine like highly polished boots. She came here a few weeks ago asking the wife and me if we could rent her a room and a field for her horse while she does some research for her degree. I believe she said she was studying marine biology. The five were walking back to Kirrin cottage in the general direction of Arden Hall.
Timmy suddenly barked and ran along the path towards a pretty young girl who bent to give him a fuss, which he loved. I'm staying at the farm with Mr and Mrs Saunders. This is my cousin George, and these are my two brothers, Julian and Dick. Is that beautiful black stallion yours? What's his name? He's magnificent. And what's your name, old boy? You're a beautiful dog," said Penny stroking Timmy's belly.
It's such a pretty little village with the most wonderful beach and island. I can't remember ever being in such a heart-warming place. Forgive me, but it looks a little odd. You must be very proud of him.
Although if it was mine, I wouldn't like all those tourists going to the island. As they need the extra money, I really can't do anything about it. Maybe we'll meet again sometime? Bye for now.
They continued their way to Arden Hall along the stony path with its beautiful celandines and cowslip dancing in the light breeze.
They separated and started looking for signs of something, anything to give them a clue about the lights and figures they had seen from George's bedroom night before last. Timmy had gone into the old house and was really enjoying himself with all the lovely strange smells. I never saw him go," cried George. She gave a loud whistle.
Come on, boy. George bent down and took the leather pouch from his mouth. George opened the wallet up slowly, her heart beating fast while the others watched in silence. Timmy included of course. In big bold letters it says 'RED', and there are some numbers underneath too. It was a silent walk back to Kirrin cottage. Everyone was wondering what RED could mean. George goes missing At teatime the Five managed to demolish enough sandwiches for an army, plus three entire cakes, a hot apple pie with large dollops of ice cream, and all the remaining chocolate biscuits.
Joan started to clear away the plates and dishes, shaking her head in amazement. I put three cakes out so you would have a choice of double-chocolate, strawberry sponge, or lemon cheesecake—but you didn't have to eat them all, you know. They look as though they won't be able to move for at least an hour. Julian groaned.
It seems to be loitering in my throat, unable to find room in my stomach. George laughed. But I'm pretty full myself. Let's walk around the garden for a bit. So the three of them left Anne to help Joan and staggered outside, feeling a little sorry for themselves. Timmy, who looked like he'd had a few too many sneaky tit-bits himself, trotted out after them. The sun was beginning to sink by now, and the blue sky was becoming streaked with orange towards the horizon.
A sudden chill made George shiver. That's the trouble with living on the coast—the temperature drops so quickly in the evenings, even in the summertime. Now that Anne's out of earshot I think we can all agree that we've landed smack in the middle of something very mysterious indeed.
Pottersham has escaped from prison and rumor has it he's lurking about here somewhere, looking to make trouble.
I still find it hard to believe that he's a changed man, looking out for us. Then Julian shrugged. We'll assume Pottersham is about somewhere. What else? The mysterious lights we saw a couple of nights ago, over towards Arden Hall. Were they on stilts, perhaps? They couldn't have been simply standing on stepladders, because they were moving about. And they seemed to be wearing something thick, didn't they?
Or was that my imagination? They seemed to be a queer shape, sort of rounded, like they were padded out with equipment or something. A bus time, do you think? Nine minutes past seven in the morning? Do you remember? You wrote RED or something on the wall, over and over. And 'Red' turned out to be one of the men Jo's father hung about with. I say—you don't think Red has anything to do with this, do you?
He's supposed to be in prison, unless he's escaped and we don't know about it. Dick was puzzling over the strange message. He could still see the words clearly in his mind. I can't think what the RED could mean, but really could be a time of the day, as I said. It has to be a bus time. Maybe it's simply a red bus at just past seven in the morning? Maybe we should take another look through, see if we can find some form of identification in there, maybe in a hidden pocket we didn't spot.
He dug the wallet out of his pocket and opened it. Dick and George crowded around him with interest. It's a funny looking business card, though—just a logo of some kind, but no name, address, or anything else. They all stared at the card. It was clean and white, and in the center was a red and yellow logo: There was nothing else.
I mean, what use is it to anyone? A secret organization? Or are we reading too much into this? He poked around in the wallet for a while longer. There were a couple of pound notes in there, but Julian left them alone. A small zipped pocket revealed nothing, and even the small pouch on the side was empty. This is worthless. He tucked the wallet back into his pocket and they all stood staring out across Kirrin Bay, thinking hard. Another chilly breeze tugged at their clothes, but they ignored it, lost in thought.
Eventually they came back to the strange mystery of the floating people. Neither one of them could imagine what those dark figures had been up to, in the darkness near Arden Hall. How many had there been?
The others looked at her in surprise, and she frowned. She almost knocked us flat! It's too much of a coincidence for it not to be her. Who else around here has a beautiful black horse like that? Dick shook his head and frowned. Maybe she was just taking the horse for a ride and wound up there, in the grounds of Arden Hall.
There may be nothing mysterious about that at all. Besides, didn't Mr Saunders say she was a marine biologist? What would a marine biologist want with an old, empty building? Anne appeared just then. She came towards them, rubbing her arms. Julian, Dick and George looked at one another. Then Julian squeezed Anne's arm. We were just discussing all the funny little things that have happened over the last couple of days. Anne groaned and went pale. I did so want to steer clear of adventures these hols!
Can't we just ignore all the funny happenings and pretend nothing's going on? Oh, George, do say we can go the island and spend the afternoon there! George scowled. I shan't enjoy it if I walk around and find litter everywhere, and people lazing about on the beach and pretending they own the place. It'll just make me mad. Joan was saying just now that it's almost an exact replica of the original—not made from aluminium at all, as we thought, but some very strong lightweight plastic, like last time.
It's just that it's quite shiny and gleams in the sunlight, so looks like aluminium. It even has the glass room at the top. But she says the spiral staircase hasn't been installed this time, for safety reasons; you can imagine how many day-trippers would be clambering up there otherwise. Do you remember how the original tower blew in the wind when we went to the top that time?
I'm not surprised the workers didn't install a staircase this time round. Can visitors go inside the tower at all? There's a ladder that runs up one wall, but the bottom section has been removed to prevent people from climbing up. But there are all sorts of displays and exhibits around the walls, explaining the purpose of the original tower and what those funny little wires were for, poking through the glass.
It's all very interesting, apparently. Julian laughed and patted her shoulder affectionately. It just eats her up that other people are daring to set foot on her precious island. But as long as that tower's there, day- trippers will pay to visit the island and read up on Uncle Quentin's brilliant work.
George disappeared after that. When Julian, Dick and Anne got out the game of Monopoly and sat down at the table in the dining room, Aunt Fanny popped her head in the door and looked about.
Aunt Fanny sighed. She's just like her father, obstinate and difficult. Well, I just came to say that your Uncle Quentin has a visitor in the morning, so would you mind making yourselves scarce around ten o'clock so they can talk in peace. You know how these scientists are, when they get their heads together.
There was absolute silence around the table. Julian, Dick and Anne simply looked at one another in dismay. Mr Lenoir was not their idea of friendly company. Aunt Fanny came further into the room, looking bemused. Thanks to your uncle's clever idea to drain the swamps around Castaway Hill, the town there is thriving—and Mr Lenoir is keen to offer any assistance to Quentin if he can. But Julian knew the answer to that.
Look, I know there was some trouble when you went to stay with him, but—". Aunt Fanny smiled and left them to their game of Monopoly. The three talked awhile about their adventure at Smuggler's Top, and how horrible Mr Lenoir had been, with his cold, polite laugh and quick temper.
It was very funny. A nightmare for the teachers, I mean. But I haven't seen much of him lately for some reason. I vote for Leicester Square and Piccadilly—I already have the other yellow one, so that'll give me a set. Anne smiled and left them to it. She yawned again as she climbed the stairs to the girls' bedroom. She quietly opened the door and peered in. The room was in darkness. George must be sound asleep, wallowing in her self-pity, most likely with Timmy curled up on her feet.
But it was too dark to see if her cousin was lying awake or snoozing soundly, so Anne tiptoed into the room and felt her way past George's bed to her own. Her eyes would adjust to the darkness in a moment, so she should be able to undress without switching on the light and disturbing her cousin. The window was slightly ajar, and the heavy curtain moved a little as a breeze crept through the gap.
Anne shivered. What was George thinking of, leaving the window open on a chilly night like this? It might be summertime, but that didn't automatically mean it was warm out!
She closed it gently, and locked it, then silently undressed and slipped between the cool sheets. She lay there in the darkness, listening for the sounds of George sleeping. She heard nothing. Not even Timmy stirred. Anne squinted, trying with all her might to see through the darkness to George's bed. Was she there?
She seemed awfully quiet. She reached out to turn on the bedside lamp, just for a moment, just to make sure her cousin really was there, sleeping soundly with Timmy at her feet. But then she thought about how annoyed George would be if a blinding light woke her up. With her fingers paused by the light switch, Anne hesitated a moment longer. Maybe she could pull back the curtain a little, and let the moonlight illuminate George's bed.
But no—the moon was around the front of the house, over the bay, whereas George and Anne shared a room at the back, overlooking the dark moors. It was past ten before Julian and Dick grew too tired to play Monopoly anymore. They put the game away, said goodnight to Aunt Fanny, who was reading in the living room, and headed quietly upstairs to bed. Sleep came quickly to both boys, and soon there was no sound but Dick's gentle snores and Julian's occasional mumbling.
Outside, an owl hooted once, twice. A breeze blew against the window frame, and it rattled gently. Around midnight, Julian stirred as a door closed a little too loudly downstairs.
Uncle Quentin was probably heading off to bed, he thought dreamily; his uncle often forgot that everyone else was already asleep by the time he finished his work for the night. In the daytime he always complained about people slamming doors when he was trying to work, but he seemed to forget that he was just as noisy at night, bustling about as he got ready for bed.
Aunt Fanny's low, murmuring voice came, and the bustling noises stopped abruptly. But then a sharp booming sound woke him again. He bolted upright, disoriented, as the windows rattled noisily.
What time was it? Way past midnight by now. What could be happening? There it was again—a sharp crack-boom in the far distance, followed by the violent rattling of his window moments later. This time he swore he felt the bed shake. What on earth was going on? He leapt out of bed, calling for Dick to wake up.
But Dick was already awake and bounding across the room to join him at the window. In the darkness they bumped into each other and jostled for the curtains. They pulled them back and stared out.
It was difficult to see anything. The coastline was a black, featureless shadow for miles around. But out to sea the moon hung bright over the bay, low enough that Kirrin Island stood out as a silhouette against the clear, cloudless sky beyond. Even the outline of the castle ruins was plain to see.
As they searched for the source of the booms, Julian and Dick became aware of tiny pinpricks of light sparkling around the center of the island, as if someone had a number of campfires going at once. They clutched each other and stared, bewildered.
Then the tiny firelights flickered and began to fade from sight—and the boys realized something tremendously shocking. Julian glanced sideways at Dick. His brother's face was bathed in moonlight, and he looked just as astonished as Julian himself. The tower has gone! The tower has fallen! The bedroom door burst open and the light snapped on.
Julian and Dick turned to find Anne standing there, looking frightened. But before she could say anything, Julian hurriedly explained what had happened.
Where's George? She'll love this! I don't know if it was an accident or not, but—it has to be sabotage, surely! How could an empty tower just explode otherwise?
Those booms sounded a bit like firecrackers, only much louder and deeper—". They all turned to the window once more. It was difficult to see anything now that the light was on, and Julian went to switch it off. Together they peered out across the bay. The horrible tower—blown to bits! Anne swallowed. The booms woke me up, and I switched the light on, and found George's bed empty. She hasn't slept in it at all tonight. She must have come up to her room earlier this evening to sulk, but snuck out the window somehow, perhaps down the ivy like that monkey Jo used to—and, Julian, I locked her out!
Together they looked out the window once more. The bay seemed unusually silent, and the strange firelights on the island had completely faded from sight. Perhaps they had been smoldering lumps of material, blown off in all directions, starting little bush fires here and there—but all seemed quiet and peaceful now. In the distance a siren sounded, the sound of a police car. Julian couldn't see her in the dark, but he knew she was pale and shaking.
Suppose she went off somewhere then, too, sneaking out the window and climbing down the ivy? Oh, I can't bear the thought of her climbing down the wall like that. It's the sort of thing Jo would do, but not George! Maybe she just had the window open because she was warm. You don't think that George could have Blown up the tower? Julian scoffed and thumped him on the arm. Don't be an ass, Dick. George has a temper, and she can be silly sometimes, but I hardly think she's likely to dabble with explosives!
For a long while, Julian and Anne stared at Dick through the darkness, the moonlight picking him out where he stood by the window. Anne started to cry, and Julian put his arm around her. We'll have to tell them George is missing. For all we know George is out there, on the island.
Anne gave a gasp. What if George didn't cause the explosion, but went over there anyway, for some other reason? What if she was hurt? You don't mess around with explosives, and if whoever did it wasn't properly trained—".
Not old George. No, maybe it was Pottersham getting his revenge, or—". A call came from downstairs, and Julian went to the bedroom door. Come down here. You won't believe what's happened! Of all the things to happen! What is the world coming to? She stopped in the doorway and snapped on the light. She stared around at the three children, and her expression turned from disbelief to frightened bewilderment.
Down at the beach "Where's George? Why is Anne upset? Is George ill? Why isn't she with you? We think she may have gone to the island to see what was up. We didn't know she was planning to go alone," wailed Anne. It reminds me of the time she took off with Timmy during the time those horrid Sticks were here. She had bought stuff to last her a couple of weeks, and had stocked her little boat with it.
We just managed to grab her before she set off. I should have wondered when we didn't see her around in the evening, but I assumed she was moping in her bedroom. She does have these little sulks from time to time, so we didn't take it seriously. Mr Lenoir's arriving tomorrow, and he was to meet him to discuss plans for that causeway. In fact, I believe it's a tunnel, not a causeway. Oh, I'd better wake him and tell him George's missing!
You come too, Anne. Off they trooped into the boys' bedroom, the window of which overlooked Kirrin Bay. The island could be seen in the distance, but it was shrouded in darkness. The tower couldn't be seen even when the moon came out from behind the clouds—but of course, that had collapsed some time ago.
We'll have to wait till morning and ask Alf—James, I mean—to take us over. We can't wait that long. I suggest we go down to the beach to see if her boat's there or not. But what's that noise? It sounds like a car starting up. So off they all went, after wrapping themselves warmly first, for there was a nip in the air even though it was a summer night. A half-moon struggled among the clouds to throw a little light on Kirrin Bay, as the three children hurried down the path they knew so well.
The reached the little cove where George kept her boat, and saw it was no longer there. That's perhaps the only saving grace—he'll keep her safe. Even as they watched, a faint greenish glow hung above the island and vanished in wisps. I don't like it! Do you remember where, Ju? Could it have been a radioactive flare? If it was, I wouldn't give old George much chance! We can't wait around like this when she could be in danger!
It could be very dangerous, in fact. Let's wait till Uncle and Aunt are back. The neutrinos detected here on earth were produced deep inside the sun. That explains why Uncle Quentin wanted a laboratory deep under the earth, surrounded by water. It makes neutrinos much easier to detect, and also makes scientists less vulnerable to the effects of radioactivity! I mean the underground passage we explored the last time Uncle Quentin built his funny tower on the island. We'd be safe then, won't we?
I wouldn't put it past her to take risks like that. I hope it hasn't caved in. Otherwise one can easily fall and break an ankle. I believe someone did too, once. And I told him so! They'll see it only in the morning, and we should be on the island by then. Don't be daft, Ju," said Dick. Twenty minutes later, three shadowy figures made their way across the moor at the back of Kirrin cottage.
Arden Hall stood dark and brooding in the distance, and there were no lights to be seen. They might try to stop us. They're going to be too preoccupied to even look into the kitchen until morning. I only hope Aunt Fanny doesn't come upstairs to check on us.
But I expect she'll not want to disturb us because she'll think we're asleep. There are also ropes, spare batteries, rugs, and a couple of small spades and trowels.
I've even packed a bone for old Timmy. It was past midnight, but the moon provided some light. At one time Julian paused for a moment when he thought he heard a horse whinny in the distance, but decided it was just his ears playing tricks. The old quarry was only a quarter of a mile away, so they made it without much effort. It was like a huge bowl, but as it has been abandoned years ago, it was overgrown with bushes and weeds.
The Five had had great fun the last time they explored the place, and Timmy had even unearthed a prehistoric arrow head for them!
But that was during the day, of course. The place looked very different at night. I'll go first with the sack; then you follow me, Anne. Dick can bring up the rear. Do hold on to each other! In a few minutes they were at the cave.
It was overgrown with gorse and brambles, but the spades came in useful, and the mouth of the cave was soon cleared.
It seemed to yawn menacingly at them, thought Anne with a shiver. The undersea passage Julian, Dick and Anne set off through the tunnel.
The twin beams of Julian and Dick's torchs lit up the dark interior of the tunnel. His warning came too late for Dick, who had been busy fiddling with his torch and failed to notice the low ceiling until he knocked his head against a rocky outcrop.
Thanks for the warning, Ju," said Dick sarcastically, rubbing the sore spot on his head. As the tunnel led further underground, the three children came across the part of the tunnel which had been blocked by a cave-in on Julian and Dick's previous trip. I don't fancy having to clear it, even though we did bring spades and trowels," said Dick. The three could clearly hear a booming sound overhead. We've been walking for almost half an hour now, so we should have reached the part of the tunnel that goes under Kirrin Bay," replied Julian.
Anne shuddered as she thought of the raging sea currents scouring the rocky bed of Kirrin Bay over their heads. This tunnel has been here for centuries. I'm sure it's not going to collapse just because we are in it!
Despite his reply, both of Anne's brothers also felt slightly apprehensive. They continued along the tunnel for another fifteen minutes, until they reached a fork in the tunnel.
Which passage should we take—the one on the right or the left? I'm sure we took the right-hand passage," said Dick. We could use that," said Dick, proceeding to turn out his pockets. Julian chalked an arrow at the entrance to the right-hand passage, before leading his siblings down their chosen route. Soon they reached another junction, this time with three tunnels leading onward.
They chose the middle tunnel, making sure to mark their route with chalk. Unless I'm mistaken, we should be quite close to Kirrin Island," said Julian. The three children stopped to read the boldly-painted words on several of the empty crates which were lit up by the torchs.
Whoever was behind the explosion must have used this tunnel to store the explosives," replied Julian. How could anybody else know about it? I'm sure that, as much as George hates the tower being put up on her island, she wouldn't blow it up and risk causing damage to her island, especially the old castle.
Besides, George would never stoop to such acts," said Julian firmly. The question is, how? He managed to buy the original map of the island from Uncle Quentin. Maybe he kept a copy, even though he returned the original to us? I do wish we had never come across all these people who would wish us harm," said poor Anne. Julian put his arm around his younger sister to comfort her.
Solving the mystery comes in second. Whoever is using these tunnels might also still be about," warned Julian.
The three children set off along the tunnel again, this time with more caution. Suddenly Dick grabbed Julian's hand and pointed in the direction of a cavern leading off from the main tunnel.
Cautiously, the three of them approached the cave. There was no one in sight. However, a lamp was placed on the table, which was piled with documents. They might help spread some light on this mystery," said Julian. Dick nodded, and took up his place as sentry at the rocky arch leading into the cave. Meanwhile, Julian and Anne went towards the table and started shifting through the documents.
I was right, there's a map of Kirrin Island over here. It's a copy of that old, old map which showed the secret passages under the island," said Anne, waving the map at him.
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