Enid Blyton kids' adventure
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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I suppose I couldn't go and talk to the Larkin, sir. Could I asked? Fatty feeling this mystery was slipping out of his hands altogether. No, certainly not. Said the chief at once. My man is doing that with no senses in your butting in there. You'll do more harm than good. Oh, I expect you're right, sir. Said Fetty feeling very down in the dumps. Indeed. I will. I won't keep you, sir. Good luck. He put down the receiver and looked gloomily at Buster who was sitting nearby with cocked ears. No, go Buster. He said dolefully, it's all come to nothing. The mystery has fled from Peter's Wood and disappeared. Now, I must telephoned to the others. The other four are most disappointed. Oh, Fatty said Daisy. There must be something we can do that really must come along up here to us and we'll get pippin butts too and talk about it. You do sound miserable. So they all met at Larry's at half past 11 and sat down to a midmorning snack of hot buns from the oven and cups of cocoa. They felt more cheerful after a couple of buns each. The chief. Really did seem to think we can't do a thing this time. Said Feti, apparently the two main things are one to find the Lorenzo's who are probably out of the country by now. And two to find the picture. And the chief thinks that where one is the other will be there. Also. What about the little dog said? Bits. Mrs Lorenzo really did seem attached to it. She might send for that. Mightn't she, if it suddenly disappears, we'd know that the Lorenzo's had sent a messenger of some sort for it. Well, that certainly is a point. Said Fetty. Yeah, perhaps on the whole, we won't have to give this up straight away. But the thing is how on earth are we to keep a watch on the Larkins to see if any messenger is ever sent? I mean, the house is some way from where we live and we can't spend all our days or nights there. Hopeless said pep. We didn't particularly want to spend any part of a cold day or night watching people like the Larkins. We can't do it. If we knew somebody who lived next door, it would be easy. But we don't. So said a voice suddenly interrupting and a toss head peeped around the door. Oh, I've been to your house fatty. And your mother sent me here who I've brought the Christmas present. I made you cried everyone and sure enough it was, er, plump as ever. And red in the face. Good old urn.