The Mystery of the Spiteful Letters (The Five Find-Outers, Book 4)
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A fantastic children’s crime story from the world’s best-loved children’s author, Enid Blyton.
Pip and Bets' housemaid receives a spiteful letter in the post. Then Mrs Moon receives one too. Who would want to make them so miserable? By piecing together the clues, the Find-Outers are determined to find the culprit. See how they get on in The Mystery of the Spiteful Letters. The Mystery series follows the adventures of ‘The Five Find Outers’ - Pip, Bets, Larry, Daisy and Fatty, as they solve the most unusual crime cases with the help of their dog Buster.
knows hes the one who handed him the letters he was supposed to have dropped. �Well, hell be lucky if he finds the telegraph-boy, even if he goes up to the post-office to look for him! said Fatty. �But I say - now we know why none of the bus passengers posted the letter! It was delivered by hand instead! No wonder we didnt see anyone popping the letter into Sheepsale post-box! �It must be some one who didnt catch the bus yesterday for some reason, said Daisy thoughtfully. �We really
But Noseys wife pulled at his elbow. She spoke to him in a hoarse whisper. �Dont you go bothering �im. �E cant write nor read! �Oh, Said Fatty blankly, and let Mrs. Nosey sign a receipt without further objection. He could hardly read what she wrote, for she put half the letters backwards, and could not even spell Peterswood. Fatty cycled off, thinking. So Old Nosey couldnt write. Well, he was ruled out too, then. That really only left Miss Tittle - because Mrs. Moon had had one of the
few questions, see? You just come-alonga me! �Ive done nothing, said Fatty, pretending to be a frightened messenger-boy. �You let me go, sir. I aint done nothing. �Then you dont need to be scared, said Mr. Goon. He took firm hold of Fattys arm and led him down the street to his own small house. He pushed him inside, and took him upstairs to a small boxroom, littered with rubbish of all kinds. �Ive been looking for red-headed boys all morning! said Mr. Goon grimly. �And I havent
said the boy. �Did I hurt you, sir? Im downright sorry! Mr. Goons temper cooled down at the boys politeness. �What house are you wanting? he asked. �Ive got a telegram for Master Philip Hilton, said the telegraph-boy, looking at the name and address on the orange envelope in his hand. �Oh! Heres Pip! said Bets. �Oooh, Pip - a telegram for you! The boy propped his bicycle by the side of the pavement, its pedal catching the kerb. But he didnt balance it very firmly and it fell over
�Because of this, said Pip, and he held out the large woollen glove. �Thats Mr. Goons glove. So we know he has been here in the study - and as Gladys is gone we feel pretty certain Mr. Goons had something to do with her going. �Well, he hasnt, said Mrs. Hilton. �She was very upset about something today and I let her go home to her aunt. �Oh, said Pip. �Then why did Mr. Goon come to see you, Mother? �Really, Pip, its no business of yours, said his mother, quite crossly. �I dont