Five On A Treasure Island - by Enid Blyton

     Five On A Treasure Island

           

            Famous Five 01

            Enid Blyton

            CONTENTS

             1 A great surprise

             2 The strange cousin

             3 A queer story—and a new friend

             4 An exciting afternoon

             5 A visit to the island

             6 What the storm did

             7 Back to Kirrin cottage

             8 Exploring the wreck

             9 The box from the wreck

             10 An astonishing offer

             11 Off to Kirrin island

             12 Exciting discoveries

             13 Down in the dungeons

             14 Prisoners!

             15 Dick to the rescue!

             16 A plan—and a narrow escape

            * 17 The end of the great adventure

           

            The FAMOUS FIVE are

            Julian, Dick, George (Georgina by right),

            Anne, and Timothy the dog.

            This is the story how the ‘Famous Five’

            came into being, and of their very first adventure

            together.

            And what an andventure it was—involving an

            island, a ruined castle, an ancient wreck—and

            a desperate treasure hunt! The children’s pluck

            and recourcefulness saved the family fortunes

            and made possible many more exciting

            expeditions for the Five.

            Book

 Chapter One

 

 A GREAT SURPRISE

 

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            “Mother, have you heard about our summer holidays yet?” said Julian, at the breakfast-table. “Can we go to Polseath as usual?”

            “I’m afraid not,” said his mother. “They are quite full up this year.”

            The three children at the breakfast-table looked at one another in great disappointment. They did so love the house at Polseath. The beach was so lovely there, too, and the bathing was fine.

            “Cheer up,” said Daddy. “I dare say we’ll find somewhere else just as good for you. And anyway, Mother and I won’t be able to go with you this year. Has Mother told you?”

            “No!” said Anne. “Oh, Mother—is it true? Can’t you really come with us on our holidays? You always do.”

            “Well, this time Daddy wants me to go to Scotland with him,” said Mother. “All by ourselves! And as you are really getting big enough to look after yourselves now, we thought it would be rather fun for you to have a holiday on your own too. But now that you can’t go to Polseath, I don’t really quite know where to send you.”

            “What about Quentin’s?” suddenly said Daddy. Quentin was his brother, the children’s uncle. They had only seen him once, and had been rather frightened of him. He was a very tall, frowning man, a clever scientist who spent all his time studying. He lived by the sea—but that was about all that the children knew of him!

Mystery 15 - The Mystery of Banshee Towers

Enid Blyton: The Mystery of Banshee Towers (Mystery #15)

1 - OFF TO MEET OLD FATTY

"I do wish old Fatty would buck up and come back from wherever he's staying," said Bets. "We've had almost a week of the holidays without him already - such a waste!"
"He's coming back today," said Pip, passing a postcard across the breakfast-table to his young sister. "Here's a card from him. Three cheers!" Bets read the card out loud. "Back tomorrow by bus from Warling. Meet me at bus stop if you can. What about a nice juicy mystery? I feel just about ready for one. Fatty."
"A nice juicy what?" said her mother, puzzled. "Mystery," said Bets, her eyes shining. "You know how something always seems to happen when Fatty's about, Mother - there was the mystery of the Pantomime Cat - and the mystery of the Vanished Prince - and..." Her father groaned. "Look, Bets - I'm tired of all these adventures and strange happenings that seem to pop up whenever your friend Frederick is about. Just try and steer clear of any trouble these holidays. I was hoping that Frederick was staying away for a nice long time."
"I wish you wouldn't call him Frederick, Daddy," said Bets. "It does sound so silly."
"I should have thought that Frederick was a much better name for a boy in his teens, than the absurd name of Fatty," said her father. "I wonder Frederick allows people to call him by that old nickname now."
"But Fatty is fat, and the name suits him," said Pip. "Anyway I don't think my nickname is very suitable for me now that I'm a bit older. Why can't I be called by my proper name of Philip, instead of Pip?"
"Simply because you're a bit of pip-squeak still and probably always will be," said his father, disappearing behind his newspaper. Bets gave a sudden laugh, and then a groan as Pip kicked her under the table. "Pip!" said his mother warningly. Bets changed the subject hurriedly. She didn't want Pip to get into any trouble the very day that Fatty came home. "Mother, where's the bus time-table?" she said. "I'd like to find out what time old Fatty's bus arrives."
"Well, seeing that there are only two in the morning, and the bus from Warling takes two hours to get here, I should think he'll be on the first bus," said Pip, "otherwise he'd be jolly late!"

Mystery 14 – Mystery of the Strange Messages

Mystery of the Strange Messages, By Enid Blyton 

Mr. Goon is Angry.

Mr. Goon, the village policeman, was in a very bad temper. He sat at his desk, and stared at three pieces of paper there, spread out before him. Beside them were three cheap envelopes. On each sheet of paper separate words were pasted in uneven lines. "They're all words cut out of some newspaper," said Mr. Goon. "So's the writer's handwriting wouldn't give him away, I suppose! And what nonsense they make—look at this one now—'TURN HIM OUT OF THE IVIES!' What does that mean, I'd like to know. And this one—'ASK. SMITH WHAT HIS REAL NAME IS.' Who's Smith?" He stared at the last piece of paper. "CALL YOURSELF A POLICEMAN? BETTER GO AND SEE SMITH."
"Gah!" said Mr. Goon. "Better put them all into the waste-paper basket!" He took one of the envelopes and looked at it. It was a very cheap one, square in shape, and on each one was pasted two words only. Mr. goon. Each word was pasted separately, as if cut from a newspaper. Goon's surname had no capital letter, and he nodded his head at that. "Must be a fellow with no education that put my name with a small letter," he said. "What's he mean—all this business about some place called The Ivies, and a fellow called Smith? Must be mad! Rude too—'Call myself a policeman!' I'll tell him a few things when I see him." He gave a sudden shout. "Mrs. Hicks! Come here a minute, will you?" Mrs. Hicks, the woman who came in to clean for Mr. Goon, shouted back, "Let me wipe me hands and I'll be there!" Mr. Goon frowned. Mrs. Hicks treated him as if he were an ordinary man, not a policeman, whose frown ought to send her scuttling, and whose voice ought to bring her in at top speed. After a minute or two she arrived, panting as if she had run for miles. "Just in the middle of washing-up," she began. "And I think I'd better tell you, Mr. Goon, you want a couple of new cups, and a..."
"I've no time to talk about crockery," said Mr. Goon, snappily. "Now see here..."
"And me tea-cloth is just about in rags," went on Mrs. Hicks. "How I'm supposed to wash up with ..."
"MRS. HICKS! I called you in on an official matter," said the policeman, sternly. "All right, all right," said Mrs. Hicks, in a huff. "What's up? If you want my advice on that fellow who goes round stealing the vegetables off our allotments, well, I can give a good guess. I..."
"Be quiet, woman," said Mr. Goon, fiercely, wishing he could clap her into a cell for an hour or two. "I merely want to ask you a few questions."