George lay under the bed, shivering, for a little while longer. Then she rolled out softly and went out of the door. She crept down the long passage to the end. She opened the door there and peeped out. The whole house was in darkness. Little sounds came to George’s ears – a window rattling faintly, the creak of some bit of furniture – but nothing else.
She had only one thought in her mind, and that was to get to the boys’ room and tell them the mysterious things that had happened. Soon she was across the landing, and had slipped through the door of Julian’s bedroom. He and Dick were awake, of course, waiting for Sooty to come with Timmy and George.
But only George arrived. A scared George, with a very curious story to tell. She wrapped herself in the eiderdown on Julian’s bed, and told what had happened, in whispers.
They were amazed. Uncle Quentin gone! Sooty disappeared! Someone creeping into the room and fiddling about on the window-seat! What did it all mean?
‘We’ll come to Uncle Quentin’s room with you, straight away now,’ said Julian, pulling on a dressing-gown, and hunting about for his slippers. ‘I’ve got a feeling that things are getting pretty serious.’
They all padded off to the other rooms. They went into Marybelle’s room and woke her and Anne. Both little girls felt scared. Soon all five children were in the next
room, from which George’s father and Sooty had so strangely vanished.
Julian shut the door, drew the curtains and switched on the light. At once they all felt better. It was so horrid to grope about in the dark with torches.
They looked round the silent room. There was nothing there to show them how the others had disappeared. The bed was crumpled and empty. On the floor lay Booty’s torch, where it had fallen.
George repeated again what she had thought she had heard Sooty call out, but it made no sense to anyone. ‘Why call out Mr. Barling’s name, when there was only your father in the room?’ said Julian. ‘Surely Mr. Barling wasn’t hiding here – that would be nonsense. He had nothing to do with your father, George.’
‘I know. But I’m sure it was Mr. Barling’s name that I heard Sooty call out,’ said George. ‘Do you think – oh yes, do you think Mr. Barling could possibly havecreptthrough the secret opening in the cupboard, meaning to do some dirty work or other – and have gone back the same way, taking the others with him because they discovered him?’
This seemed a likely explanation, though not a very good one. They all went to the cupboard and opened it. They groped between the clothes for the secret opening. But the little iron handle set there to pull on the stone at the back, was gone! Someone had removed it – and now the secret passage could not be entered, for there was no way of opening it just there!
‘Look at that!’ said Julian in astonishment. ‘Someone’s been tampering with that too. No, George, the midnight visitor, whoever he was, didn’t go back that way.’
George looked pale. She had been hoping to go and fetch Timmy, by slipping through the secret opening in the cupboard. Now she couldn’t. She longed for Timmy
with all her heart, and felt that if only the big faithful dog were with her things would seem much brighter.
‘I’m sure Mr. Lenoir is at the bottom of all this!’ said Dick. ‘And Block too. I bet that was Block you saw in here tonight, doing something in the dark, George. I bet he and Mr. Lenoir are hand in glove with each other over something.’
‘Well, then – we can’t possibly go and tell them what has happened!’ said Julian. ‘If they are at the bottom of all these queer happenings it would be foolish to go and tell them what we know. And we can’t tell your mother, Marybelle, because she would naturally go to your father about it. It’s a puzzle to know what to do!’
Anne began to cry. Marybelle, frightened and puzzled, at once began to sob too. George felt tears pricking the backs of her eyelids, but she blinked them away. George never cried!
6I want Sooty,’ wept Marybelle, who adored her cheeky, daring brother. ‘Where’s he gone? I’m sure he’s in danger. I do want Sooty.’
‘We’ll rescue him tomorrow, don’t you worry,’ said Julian, kindly. ‘We can’t do anything tonight, though. There’s nobody at Smuggler’s Top we can possibly get advice or help from, as things are. I vote we go to bed, sleep on it, and make plans in the morning. By that time Sooty and Uncle Quentin may have turned up again. If they haven’t, Mr. Lenoir will have to be told by someone, and we’ll see how he behaves! If he’s surprised and upset, we’ll soon know if he has had anything to do with this mystery or not. He’ll have to do something – go to the police, or have the house turned upside down to find the missing people. We’ll soon see what happens.’
Everyone felt a little comforted after this long speech. Julian sounded cheerful and firm, though he didn’t feel
at all happy, really. He knew, better than any of the others, that something very strange, and probably dangerous, was going on at Smuggler’s Top. He wished the girls were not there.
‘Now listen,’ he said. ‘George, you go and sleep with Anne and Marybelle next door. Lock your door and keep the light on. Dick and I will sleep here, in Booty’s old room, also with the light on, so you’ll know we are quite nearby.’
It was comforting to know that the two boys were so near. The three girls went at last into Marybelle’s room, tired out. Anne and Marybelle got into bed again, and George lay down on a small but comfortable couch, pulling a thick rug over her. In spite of all the worry and excitement the girls were asleep in a half a minute, quite exhausted.
The boys talked a little, as they lay in Booty’s old bed, where their Uncle Quentin had been asleep some time before. Julian did not think anything more would happen that night. He and Dick fell asleep, but Julian was ready to wake at the slightest noise.
Next morning they were awakened by a most surprised Sarah, who had come in to draw the curtains and bring George’s father a pot of early-morning tea. She could not believe her eyes when she saw the two boys in the visitor’s bed – and no visitor!
‘What’s all this?’ said Sarah, gaping. ‘Where’s your uncle? Why are you here?’
‘Oh, we’ll explain later,’ said Julian, who did not want to enter into any details with Sarah, who was a bit of a chatterbox. ‘You can leave the tea, Sarah. We’d like it!’
‘Yes, but where’s your uncle? Is he in your room?’ said the puzzled Sarah. ‘What’s up?’
‘You can go and look in our room if you like and see
if he’s there,’ said Dick, wanting to get rid of the amazed woman. She disappeared, thinking that the household must be going mad. She left the hot tea behind, though, and the boys at once took it into the girls’ room. George unlocked the door for them. They took it in turns to sip the hot tea from the one cup.
Presently Sarah came back, with Harriet and Block. Block’s face was as blank as usual.
‘There’s nobody in your room, Master Julian,’ began Sarah. Then Block gave a sudden exclamation and stared at George angrily. He had thought she was locked in her room – and here she was in Marybelle’s room, drinking tea!
‘How did you get out?’ he demanded. Til tell Mr. Lenoir. You’re in disgrace.’
‘Shut up,’ said Julian. ‘Don’t you dare to speak to my cousin like that. I believe you’re mixed up in this curious business. Clear out, Block.’
Whether Block heard or not, he gave no sign of going. Julian got up, his face set.
‘Clear out of this room,’ he said, narrowing his eyes. ‘Do you hear? I have a feeling that the police might be interested in you, Block. Now clear out!’
Harriet and Sarah gave little shrieks. The sudden mystery was too much for them. They gazed at Block and began to back out of the room. Fortunately Block went too, casting an evil look at the determined Julian.
‘I shall go to Mr. Lenoir,’ said Block, and disappeared.
In a few minutes along came Mr. and Mrs. Lenoir to Marybelle’s room. Mrs. Lenoir looked scared out of her life. Mr. Lenoir looked puzzled and upset.
‘Now, what’s all this?’ he began. ‘Block has been to me with a most curious tale. Says your father has disappeared, George, and …’
‘And so has Sooty,’ suddenly wailed Marybelle, bursting into tears again. ‘Sooty’s gone. He’s gone too.’