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“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Rosie gulped.
“What are you talking about?” Charlie asked, leaning closer over her shoulder.
“Part of the Lily Simpson article’s gone,” Rosie said, looking up. “The competition preparation’s still here, but the facts page about her other ponies, including Foxy, is missing.”
“Why would anyone take just that bit?” Alice frowned.
The girls were silent for a second. Then they looked over to the other campers sitting around on hay bales, drying off in the sun and cleaning their tack. The green team’s instructor, Lara, was standing nearby, checking their work and joking with them. But when the Pony Detectives saw Amber look over to where they were standing, they noticed that she wasn’t smiling. In fact, she looked thoroughly fed up. She couldn’t get near her own tack. The blue team had all argued over who was going to clean what of hers, and she’d been left with nothing.
“Something weird’s going on here,” Mia said. “I’m going to grab my notebook. We need to have a proper think about this.”
While Mia rushed to the tent, the other three squelched to the hall to grab drinks. When they got to the open back door, Charlie suddenly held up her arm, and the others stopped. Theycould hear Freddie’s lowered voice, talking in hushed tones just inside the hallway.
“Amber’s really upset, too,” they heard him whisper. Then he paused. “I know, but we’ve got to stick to the plan. You’ll just have to trust me. I’ll look after everything this end – you just concentrate on winning up there. Okay?”
Charlie stood, open-mouthed, as she stared at Rosie and Alice, who were straining to hear. She peeped round the doorway just as Freddie ended his phone call. The next second Melissa’s voice rang out.
“Freddie, can you come in here a sec? We need to go through the list for the treasure hunt tomorrow.”
Charlie saw Freddie jump and hastily drop his mobile on the side table as if it were on fire. Distracted, he disappeared into the lounge.
“Come on,” Charlie said, pulling Alice and Rosie into the hallway. From just the other side of the lounge door they could hear theinstructors chatting. Charlie sneaked closer to Freddie’s phone. She peered at the swipe screen. It was still lit up – Freddie must have forgotten to lock it when he rushed off . Charlie looked back at her friends with a doubtful expression. “Should I?” she asked softly.
“You have to!” Rosie whispered dramatically. “Foxy will thank us if it helps us solve the case.”
“
Just be quick!
” hissed Alice, nervously looking around her.
Charlie checked the phone to see who the last call had been made to, and a photograph of an eventer filled the screen.
“Georgie Belle…!” Rosie gasped.
Suddenly they heard footsteps coming towards them. The three girls turned on their heels, raced along the hallway and skidded breathlessly out of the back door.
H ETTIE the sheep kept her distance, nibbling the grass around the roots of a tree while the ponies wandered over to see the girls. Even Phantom came near, huffing gently down his silky nostrils over Charlie. He ran his muzzle over her hair, then stepped lightly away to graze near Hettie. Charlie smiled. It wasn’t that long ago that he’d hated to be in the same stable as Charlie. Now he was seeking her out in a big paddock, making her feel like the most special person alive.
The Pony Detectives sat down under the shade of the tree. Wish stood near them, sleepily whisking away the odd fly with her creamy tail, and nodding her head. After Scoutand Dancer gave up rummaging the girls for treats, they stood head to tail, swatting flies and giving each other a lazy groom.
“So, let’s look at what we’ve got,” Mia said, opening her notebook at a clean page. At the top, she neatly wrote,
Lily Simpson’s Missing Pony – Foxy
then continued, “Let’s start with the
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Rosie gulped.
“What are you talking about?” Charlie asked, leaning closer over her shoulder.
“Part of the Lily Simpson article’s gone,” Rosie said, looking up. “The competition preparation’s still here, but the facts page about her other ponies, including Foxy, is missing.”
“Why would anyone take just that bit?” Alice frowned.
The girls were silent for a second. Then they looked over to the other campers sitting around on hay bales, drying off in the sun and cleaning their tack. The green team’s instructor, Lara, was standing nearby, checking their work and joking with them. But when the Pony Detectives saw Amber look over to where they were standing, they noticed that she wasn’t smiling. In fact, she looked thoroughly fed up. She couldn’t get near her own tack. The blue team had all argued over who was going to clean what of hers, and she’d been left with nothing.
“Something weird’s going on here,” Mia said. “I’m going to grab my notebook. We need to have a proper think about this.”
While Mia rushed to the tent, the other three squelched to the hall to grab drinks. When they got to the open back door, Charlie suddenly held up her arm, and the others stopped. Theycould hear Freddie’s lowered voice, talking in hushed tones just inside the hallway.
“Amber’s really upset, too,” they heard him whisper. Then he paused. “I know, but we’ve got to stick to the plan. You’ll just have to trust me. I’ll look after everything this end – you just concentrate on winning up there. Okay?”
Charlie stood, open-mouthed, as she stared at Rosie and Alice, who were straining to hear. She peeped round the doorway just as Freddie ended his phone call. The next second Melissa’s voice rang out.
“Freddie, can you come in here a sec? We need to go through the list for the treasure hunt tomorrow.”
Charlie saw Freddie jump and hastily drop his mobile on the side table as if it were on fire. Distracted, he disappeared into the lounge.
“Come on,” Charlie said, pulling Alice and Rosie into the hallway. From just the other side of the lounge door they could hear theinstructors chatting. Charlie sneaked closer to Freddie’s phone. She peered at the swipe screen. It was still lit up – Freddie must have forgotten to lock it when he rushed off . Charlie looked back at her friends with a doubtful expression. “Should I?” she asked softly.
“You have to!” Rosie whispered dramatically. “Foxy will thank us if it helps us solve the case.”
“
Just be quick!
” hissed Alice, nervously looking around her.
Charlie checked the phone to see who the last call had been made to, and a photograph of an eventer filled the screen.
“Georgie Belle…!” Rosie gasped.
Suddenly they heard footsteps coming towards them. The three girls turned on their heels, raced along the hallway and skidded breathlessly out of the back door.
H ETTIE the sheep kept her distance, nibbling the grass around the roots of a tree while the ponies wandered over to see the girls. Even Phantom came near, huffing gently down his silky nostrils over Charlie. He ran his muzzle over her hair, then stepped lightly away to graze near Hettie. Charlie smiled. It wasn’t that long ago that he’d hated to be in the same stable as Charlie. Now he was seeking her out in a big paddock, making her feel like the most special person alive.
The Pony Detectives sat down under the shade of the tree. Wish stood near them, sleepily whisking away the odd fly with her creamy tail, and nodding her head. After Scoutand Dancer gave up rummaging the girls for treats, they stood head to tail, swatting flies and giving each other a lazy groom.
“So, let’s look at what we’ve got,” Mia said, opening her notebook at a clean page. At the top, she neatly wrote,
Lily Simpson’s Missing Pony – Foxy
then continued, “Let’s start with the
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