The Secret Seven
It's their very first adventure and the Secret Seven super-sleuths are already on the trail of a mystery! The gang are dressed in disguise, following a lead to a spooky old house in the snow...
things bobbing about in it. " Mummy hadn't any lemonade to give us, and we didn't particularly want milk because we'd had lots for breakfast," she said. " So we suddenly thought of a pot of blackcurrant jam we had! This is blackcurrant tea ! " " We mixed it with boiling water and put some more sugar into it," explained Peter. " It's awfully good— in fact, it's scrumplicious ! " " Oh— that's a mixture of scrumptious and delicious, too! " said Barbara with a squeal of laughter. " Delumptious and
we could have made heaps to drink." " Now, we have a little more business to discuss," said Peter, giving Scamper a few crumbs to lick. " It's no good having a Society unless we have some plan to follow—something to do" " Like we did in the summer," said Pam. " You know—when we collected money to send Lame Luke away to the sea." " Yes. Well, has anyone any ideas ? " said Peter. Nobody had. " It's not really a good time to try and help people after Christmas," said Pam. " I mean— everyone's
" Not even the caretaker has trodden on it. I suppose he uses the back gate. Oh, Scamper—you naughty dog, come back ! " Scamper had squeezed under the gate and gone bounding up the smooth, snowy path. The marks of his feet were clearly to be seen. He barked joyfully. The curtains at the ground-floor window moved and a cross, wrinkled old face looked out. Then the window was thrown up. " You get out of here ! Take your dog away ! I won't have children or dogs here, pestering little varmints !"
They left Pam and George at the corner, looking rather worried. The two looked at one another. " How are we going to find out who owns the house ? " said Pam. " Ask at the post-office ! " said George, feeling that he really had got a very bright idea. " Surely if the house is owned by someone who has put in a caretaker, there must be letters going there." " Good idea !" said Pam, and they went off to the post-office. They were lucky enough to see a postman emptying the letters from the
empty kitchen. He saw the three boys through the window and went to fling it open in a rage. " If you want that there dog of yours, he's round in the front garden ! " he shouted. " You clear out. I won't have kids round here. You'll be breaking windows before I know where I am ! " " No, we shan't," shouted Jack, determined to make the deaf old man hear. " We'll just collect our dog and go. Sorry he came in here." " Aren't you rather lonely here ? " shouted Colin. " Aren't you afraid of