word to Glory.â
Bunsen tugged unhappily on his ears. âThis is terrible!â he moaned.
âKeep reading,â said Julius. âIt gets worse. They think Ozâs parents are accomplices. Listen to this: âSuspectâs mother reported theft of her own jewellery from the Savoy earlier in the day, likely as decoy. Mentioned shoe as a good hiding place. Possible nervous slip?ââ
The head of the Spy Mice Agency and the lab mouse regarded each other soberly.
âThis is not good,â said Bunsen. âNot good at all.â
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
DAY TWO â TUESDAY 1130 HOURS
âWhat are we supposed to do with THIS?â roared Roquefort Dupont, hurling the ring that Goldwhiskers had just given him across the floor. It bounced to a stop in the far corner of the cubbyhole, where Farthing, who had been released from the oubliette, was cowering. The tiny mouseling squeaked in alarm and darted away as fast as his little legs would carry him, taking shelter behind Twist. âItâs a
ring
, not
revenge
!â
âAre all Americans this dim, or is it just you?â said Goldwhiskers. He was typingaway on his laptop keyboard, the Koh-i-Noor beside him, safely wedged into the seat of his red leather chair. Every few seconds he paused to admire it. âAha, here we are.â He swivelled the laptop round towards Dupont and Piccadilly and pointed wordlessly at the screen.
âWhat?â demanded Dupont.
Goldwhiskers sighed. âI thought you said you could read.â
The hackles on Dupontâs thick neck rose angrily. âI can!â
âWell then, what are you waiting for?â
Dupont shot him a murderous glance and scowled at the screen. âAfter last nightâs shocking Crown Jewels theft, Ozymandias Levinson and Delilah Bean, two American schoolchildren, were interrogated before dawn at Scotland Yard,â he muttered aloud. He looked up at Goldwhiskers, who smiled.
âWire service,â the big rat said smugly. âLatest news flash. Itâll be the main headline on every paper in the world in a few hours. Revenge enough for you?â
Dupont shrugged and nodded reluctantly.
âHow about you, Stilton, old chap?â
âDonât forget the mother,â Piccadilly replied.
Goldwhiskers smiled again. âOh, donât worry â I havenât forgotten her. Twist!â
The mouseling scampered forward, Farthing clinging to his tail like a limpet. âSir?â
âWhereâs that piece of paper you brought me yesterday, the one from the Savoy?â
Twist trotted off, returning momentarily with Lavinia Levinsonâs London itinerary.
âThatâs the one,â said Goldwhiskers, plucking it out of his paw. He chortled with glee. âOh, this is more fun than Iâve had in ages! Perhaps revenge does do a rat good now and then.â He waved the itinerary at Dupont and Piccadilly. âItâs bound to have her fingerprints on it, right? Weâll just print the ransom note on the back, send it to Scotland Yard, and bingo! One less soprano bellowing onstage.â
He tapped out a few sentences on his laptop, then handed the piece of paper to Dodge. âTake this downstairs to the printer, would you?â he said. His assistant nodded and headed for the office below.
While they waited for Dodge to return with the ransom note, Farthing ran off in search of the ring. He retrieved it from the far corner where Dupont had thrown it and dragged it back to the red leather chair. Squatting down on the carpet beside it, hepatted it with his tiny paws. âPretty!â the wee mouse cried, tracing the circle of diamonds that surrounded the ringâs huge sapphire, and the rubies that criss-crossed its surface.
âMore than pretty, my pet â priceless,â said Goldwhiskers.
âItâs a stupid human ring,â grumbled Dupont.
âItâs the Sovereignâs Ring, you idiot â
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