Mystery of the Disappearing Cat Read Free Page B

he felt that he must help the little girl. He lifted Dark Queen down from the tree, and together the two of them walked softly up the path, keeping a sharp look-out for Mr. Tupping.
    Luke slipped Dark Queen into her cage and shut the door. “Miss Harmer will be glad she’s found,” he whispered to Bets. “I’ll tell her in a minute. Now, come on — sprint for the wall and I’ll get you over.”
    They ran for the wall. Luke gave Bets a leg-up, and soon she was sitting on the top. “Buck up!” called Luke in a low voice. “Old Tupping is coming!”
    Bets was so frightened that she jumped down at once, falling on hands and knees and grazing them. She rushed to the lawn, seeing the others there, and flung herself down beside them, trembling.
    “Bets! Wherever have you been?” cried Pip.
    “Were you left behind?” said Fatty. “Oh, look at your poor knees!”
    “And my hands too,” said Bets in a trembling voice, holding out bleeding hands. Fatty got out his hanky and wiped them. “How did you get over the wall by yourself?” he asked.
    “I didn’t. Luke helped me, though he was terribly, terribly afraid that Mr. Tupping would come along and catch him. Then he would lose his job,” said Bets.
    “Jolly decent of him to help you, then,” said Larry, and the others agreed.
    “I like Luke,” said Bets. “I think he’s very, very nice. I do wish he hadn’t got into trouble through letting us come over the wall and see the cats.”
    A distant whining came on the air again. Bets looked puzzled. She looked all round.
    “Where’s Buster?” she asked. She had not heard him being dragged away and locked up, though she had heard the noise of the commotion. The others told her. The little girl was indignant and upset.
    “Oh, we must rescue him; we must, we must!” she cried. “Fatty, do, do go over the wall and get Buster!”
    But Fatty didn’t feel at all inclined to run the risk of meeting the surly Mr. Tupping again. Also he knew that the gardener had the key of Buster’s shed in his pocket.
    “If Lady Candling wasn’t away I’d get my mother to ring her up and ask her to tell that fellow Tupping to set him free,” said Fatty. He rolled up his sleeve again and looked at the big bruise on his arm, now turning red-purple. “If I showed my mother that, I bet she’d ring up a dozen Lady Candlings.”
    “It’s going to be quite a good bruise,” said Bets, knowing how proud Fatty always was of his bruises. “Oh dear, there’s poor darling Buster howling again! Let’s go to the wall and peep over. We might see Luke and get him to peep in at the shed window and say a kind word to Buster.”
    So they tiptoed cautiously to the wall and Larry carefully looked over. No one was about. Then there came the sound of someone whistling. It was Luke. Larry whistled too. The distant whistling stopped, then began again. It stopped, and Larry whistled the same tune.
    Presently there came the sound of someone coming through the bushes and Luke’s face appeared, full and red, like a round moon. “What’s up?” he whispered. “I daren’t stop. Mr. Tupping’s still about.”
    “It’s Buster,” whispered Larry. “Can you peep in at the shed window and just say, ‘Poor fellow,’ or something like that to him?”
    Luke nodded and disappeared. He went towards the shed, keeping a sharp look-out for the gardener. He saw him in the distance, taking off his coat to do a bit of work. He hung it on a nail outside one of the greenhouses. He caught sight of Luke and yelled at him.
    “Now then, lazy! Have you finished that bed yet? I want you to come and tie up some tomatoes.”
    Luke shouted something back and went into the bushes nearby. He watched Mr. Tupping walk off to the kitchen-garden, unravelling some raffia as he went. The gardener disappeared through a green door let into the wall that ran round the kitchen-garden.
    Then Luke did a very brave thing. He ran swiftly and quietly to Mr. Tupping’s coat. He