no - you’ll do, sir,’ said the policeman, and he and Julian went down the spiral stairway to the entrance. The others heard the door bang, and looked at one another.
‘Well! To think that a great-great-great grandson of that horrid old One-Ear Bill is still living in the same place as the old wrecker himself did!’ said Dick. ‘And he’s a rogue too.
History repeating itself?’
‘We must go and see the Wreckers’ Cave tomorrow, if we can,’ said George. ‘Jeremiah Boogie said he would show it to us.’
‘So long as there isn’t an old old wrecker hiding there!’ said Anne. ‘Older than Jeremiah Boogie - with a beard down to his feet - a sort of Old Man of the Sea - with a horrid gurgling voice, and eyes like a fish!’
‘Really, Anne!’ said George astonished. ‘I’ll be scared to go into caves if you say things like that!’
‘I wonder how Julian’s getting on,’ said Tinker. ‘Mischief, stop jigging up and down - you make me feel out of breath!’
Julian was at Jacob’s house, and there, sure enough, were the things he had stolen -
the rug - the clock - and Anne’s purse - empty now!
‘And what about the key?’ demanded the constable. ‘Come on now - you took the key out of the door of the light-house - we know you did. Give it here, Jacob.’
‘I didn’t take it.’ said Jacob, sullenly.
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‘I’ll have to take you in, you know, Jacob,’ said the constable. ‘You’ll be searched at the police-station. Better give up the key now.’
‘Search me all you like!’ said Jacob. ‘You won’t find that key on me. I tell you. I didn’t take it. What would I want that key for?’
‘For the same reason that you usually want keys for,’ said the constable. ‘For breaking in and stealing. All right, Jacob. If you won’t let this young gentleman have his key, I’ll have you searched at the police-station. Come along with me.’
But alas, no key was found on the surly Jacob, and the constable shrugged his shoulders and raised his eyebrows at Julian.
‘If you take my advice, sir, I’d get a different lock put on your door. Jacob’s got your key somewhere. He’ll be at the light-house again as soon as he sees you all go out.’
‘Bah!’ said Jacob, rudely. ‘You and your keys. I tell you I didn’t take it. There wasn’t a key there...’
‘Come along with me, Jacob,’ said the constable. He turned to Julian. ‘Well, that’s all, sir. We’ll have his house searched. The odds are that he’s hidden the key somewhere.
He’s an artful dodger, this one!’
Julian went back to the light-house, rather worried. It might take a few days in a little place like this to have a new lock put in. In the meantime they would either have to keep themselves prisoners in the lighthouse - or leave a front door that anyone could open!
The others listened excitedly to his tale, when he went back. They were glad to have the rug, the clock, and the purse again - though Anne was sad that all her money was gone.
‘We’ll have to get a new lock and key,’ said Julian. ‘After all, this light-house has only been lent to us, and it’s our responsibility to look after it and all it contains. It’s a good thing it was only our things that were taken - not Professor Hayling’s!’
‘It’s getting rather late,’ said Anne, jumping up. ‘We haven't had our tea yet! I’ll get it.
Anyone feel like buns with butter and jam?’
Everyone did, and soon Anne produced a large plate of delicious looking buns. They talked as they drank their tea, and ate the buns.
‘I vote we go and find Jeremiah Boogie tomorrow, and see if he’s heard of the robbery, and if he has anything interesting to say about it,’ said George.
‘And also we really must get him to show us the Wreckers’ Cave,’ said Julian. ‘By the way, what were the names of the two men who have the job of showing the visitors round the caves? I’m pretty
‘Well! To think that a great-great-great grandson of that horrid old One-Ear Bill is still living in the same place as the old wrecker himself did!’ said Dick. ‘And he’s a rogue too.
History repeating itself?’
‘We must go and see the Wreckers’ Cave tomorrow, if we can,’ said George. ‘Jeremiah Boogie said he would show it to us.’
‘So long as there isn’t an old old wrecker hiding there!’ said Anne. ‘Older than Jeremiah Boogie - with a beard down to his feet - a sort of Old Man of the Sea - with a horrid gurgling voice, and eyes like a fish!’
‘Really, Anne!’ said George astonished. ‘I’ll be scared to go into caves if you say things like that!’
‘I wonder how Julian’s getting on,’ said Tinker. ‘Mischief, stop jigging up and down - you make me feel out of breath!’
Julian was at Jacob’s house, and there, sure enough, were the things he had stolen -
the rug - the clock - and Anne’s purse - empty now!
‘And what about the key?’ demanded the constable. ‘Come on now - you took the key out of the door of the light-house - we know you did. Give it here, Jacob.’
‘I didn’t take it.’ said Jacob, sullenly.
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‘I’ll have to take you in, you know, Jacob,’ said the constable. ‘You’ll be searched at the police-station. Better give up the key now.’
‘Search me all you like!’ said Jacob. ‘You won’t find that key on me. I tell you. I didn’t take it. What would I want that key for?’
‘For the same reason that you usually want keys for,’ said the constable. ‘For breaking in and stealing. All right, Jacob. If you won’t let this young gentleman have his key, I’ll have you searched at the police-station. Come along with me.’
But alas, no key was found on the surly Jacob, and the constable shrugged his shoulders and raised his eyebrows at Julian.
‘If you take my advice, sir, I’d get a different lock put on your door. Jacob’s got your key somewhere. He’ll be at the light-house again as soon as he sees you all go out.’
‘Bah!’ said Jacob, rudely. ‘You and your keys. I tell you I didn’t take it. There wasn’t a key there...’
‘Come along with me, Jacob,’ said the constable. He turned to Julian. ‘Well, that’s all, sir. We’ll have his house searched. The odds are that he’s hidden the key somewhere.
He’s an artful dodger, this one!’
Julian went back to the light-house, rather worried. It might take a few days in a little place like this to have a new lock put in. In the meantime they would either have to keep themselves prisoners in the lighthouse - or leave a front door that anyone could open!
The others listened excitedly to his tale, when he went back. They were glad to have the rug, the clock, and the purse again - though Anne was sad that all her money was gone.
‘We’ll have to get a new lock and key,’ said Julian. ‘After all, this light-house has only been lent to us, and it’s our responsibility to look after it and all it contains. It’s a good thing it was only our things that were taken - not Professor Hayling’s!’
‘It’s getting rather late,’ said Anne, jumping up. ‘We haven't had our tea yet! I’ll get it.
Anyone feel like buns with butter and jam?’
Everyone did, and soon Anne produced a large plate of delicious looking buns. They talked as they drank their tea, and ate the buns.
‘I vote we go and find Jeremiah Boogie tomorrow, and see if he’s heard of the robbery, and if he has anything interesting to say about it,’ said George.
‘And also we really must get him to show us the Wreckers’ Cave,’ said Julian. ‘By the way, what were the names of the two men who have the job of showing the visitors round the caves? I’m pretty
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