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Some time in the middle of the night between Monday 30 th September and Tuesday 1st October…
So we now know the tapping noises were Croaka and Pike trying to chip a large gold frame off the wall in the Orange Room because we saw them. (All the rooms in the gallery are named after different colours – very imaginative.)
We crept along the corridors, past the Pink and Green Rooms, through the Purple Hall and up to the door of the Orange Room. This was where the noise was coming from. The door was open a bit and we stared through the crack to see the AWFUL sight of Croaka standing on a ladder, being supported by Pike, hammering a sharp spike behind one corner of an enormous gold frame then trying to pull it off the wall. They mustn’t have been able to steal the paintings without getting the frames down first and I was glad to see they were finding it very difficult. And do you know what painting they were trying to steal first? “Starry Night” by Vincent Van Gogh. MY FAVOURITE PAINTING BY MY FAVOURITE ARTIST! Seethingwithanger.com .
‘I think I saw a phone back there in an office we just passed,’ Arabella whispered. ‘Come on.’
So we tiptoed back and found she was right. In an office marked ‘Events Organiser’ there was a phone sitting on the corner of the desk. I rushed over, picked up the receiver, tapped the only phone number in the world that I knew off by heart (I don’t know my parents mobile numbers as they don’t tend to answer them, being on secret missions in far off countries), and waited, biting my nails, listening to Carries phone ringing and ringing.
‘Please pick up. Pleae pick up,’ I whispered over and over again.
Just as I was about to put the receiver down again, feeling very depressed…
‘Hello?’ Came Carrie’s crackly, tired voice.
‘Carrie!’ I shouted in relief. Arabella put her finger to her lips.
‘Davina, is that you?’ Carrie said, yawning. ‘What on earth are you ringing for at this time of night?’
‘Sorry Carrie, but please listen. I’m going to try and explain everything but we don’t have much time. You see, earlier on today, Pike and Croaka kidnapped us and locked us in a cupboard in the National Gallery of Art and Design.’
‘They did what?’ Carrie shrieked, suddenly sounding very awake. ‘Are you alright, Davina?’
‘Yes fine, we escaped. After they found out we were on to them they convinced the director at the National Gallery to move the starting date of the Egmont Art Show to tomorrow, by saying Mrs Fairchild was desperately ill and wanted to see one last art show before she died.’
‘The absolute rotters, that’s outrageous!’ Carrie sounded very angry. ‘Where are they now?’
‘Erm, at the moment they’re trying to knock Vincent Van Gogh’s “Starry Night” painting off the wall so they can steal it,’ I said.
‘Absolutely disgraceful behaviour,’ Carrie spat. ‘Right Davina, here’s what we’ll do. Mrs Peverell from the grocery shop told me that Hugh Broderick and his wife Marjorie flew back from Italy yesterday – they came back a bit earlier than expected because Marjorie got food poisoning and wanted to go home - which is bad news for her but good news for us. I’m going to go round there now, I don’t care if it
is
the middle of the night – this is an emergency – and tell him everything. He’s a good man, he’ll jump in to action. Meanwhile, I want you two to find a
really
good hiding place – somewhere those two scoundrels won’t find you - and stay there until they’ve been arrested and it’s safe to come out. Is that understood?’
‘Yes Carrie,’ I whispered, feeling relieved. ‘Good luck with Hugh.’
‘Good luck yourself,’ she said. ‘Now go and find that hiding place.’
‘What did she say?’ Arabella whispered as I placed the receiver back ever so quietly.
‘She said we’ve got to- ’ I turned and stopped. Pike was standing in the doorway looking madder than a cat in
Some time in the middle of the night between Monday 30 th September and Tuesday 1st October…
So we now know the tapping noises were Croaka and Pike trying to chip a large gold frame off the wall in the Orange Room because we saw them. (All the rooms in the gallery are named after different colours – very imaginative.)
We crept along the corridors, past the Pink and Green Rooms, through the Purple Hall and up to the door of the Orange Room. This was where the noise was coming from. The door was open a bit and we stared through the crack to see the AWFUL sight of Croaka standing on a ladder, being supported by Pike, hammering a sharp spike behind one corner of an enormous gold frame then trying to pull it off the wall. They mustn’t have been able to steal the paintings without getting the frames down first and I was glad to see they were finding it very difficult. And do you know what painting they were trying to steal first? “Starry Night” by Vincent Van Gogh. MY FAVOURITE PAINTING BY MY FAVOURITE ARTIST! Seethingwithanger.com .
‘I think I saw a phone back there in an office we just passed,’ Arabella whispered. ‘Come on.’
So we tiptoed back and found she was right. In an office marked ‘Events Organiser’ there was a phone sitting on the corner of the desk. I rushed over, picked up the receiver, tapped the only phone number in the world that I knew off by heart (I don’t know my parents mobile numbers as they don’t tend to answer them, being on secret missions in far off countries), and waited, biting my nails, listening to Carries phone ringing and ringing.
‘Please pick up. Pleae pick up,’ I whispered over and over again.
Just as I was about to put the receiver down again, feeling very depressed…
‘Hello?’ Came Carrie’s crackly, tired voice.
‘Carrie!’ I shouted in relief. Arabella put her finger to her lips.
‘Davina, is that you?’ Carrie said, yawning. ‘What on earth are you ringing for at this time of night?’
‘Sorry Carrie, but please listen. I’m going to try and explain everything but we don’t have much time. You see, earlier on today, Pike and Croaka kidnapped us and locked us in a cupboard in the National Gallery of Art and Design.’
‘They did what?’ Carrie shrieked, suddenly sounding very awake. ‘Are you alright, Davina?’
‘Yes fine, we escaped. After they found out we were on to them they convinced the director at the National Gallery to move the starting date of the Egmont Art Show to tomorrow, by saying Mrs Fairchild was desperately ill and wanted to see one last art show before she died.’
‘The absolute rotters, that’s outrageous!’ Carrie sounded very angry. ‘Where are they now?’
‘Erm, at the moment they’re trying to knock Vincent Van Gogh’s “Starry Night” painting off the wall so they can steal it,’ I said.
‘Absolutely disgraceful behaviour,’ Carrie spat. ‘Right Davina, here’s what we’ll do. Mrs Peverell from the grocery shop told me that Hugh Broderick and his wife Marjorie flew back from Italy yesterday – they came back a bit earlier than expected because Marjorie got food poisoning and wanted to go home - which is bad news for her but good news for us. I’m going to go round there now, I don’t care if it
is
the middle of the night – this is an emergency – and tell him everything. He’s a good man, he’ll jump in to action. Meanwhile, I want you two to find a
really
good hiding place – somewhere those two scoundrels won’t find you - and stay there until they’ve been arrested and it’s safe to come out. Is that understood?’
‘Yes Carrie,’ I whispered, feeling relieved. ‘Good luck with Hugh.’
‘Good luck yourself,’ she said. ‘Now go and find that hiding place.’
‘What did she say?’ Arabella whispered as I placed the receiver back ever so quietly.
‘She said we’ve got to- ’ I turned and stopped. Pike was standing in the doorway looking madder than a cat in
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