The Mystery of Banshee Towers (Discontinued-Nearly Finished)

Mr Goon is pleased with himself

A/N before we start, yes, I am back. I have tried my best to force myself to write. Thank you for being patient.

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It was Mr Engler who stood there, shouting! He looked extremely angry, and his face was very red. Behind him stood the turnstile man, a sneering smile on his face. Buster flew at them, with Bingo behind him, and both dogs were kicked hard by the two men, and howled in pain.

  'Call off these dogs, or I'll kill them,' said Mr Engler, pulling a great sword from the wall, where it had been hanging. 

  'SIT, Buster, SIT, Bingo!' shouted Fatty, his heart cold with fear. To his enormous relief, both dogs sat at once, growling savagely, their hackles still up. Thank goodness Buster had been trained to be instantly obedient, thought Fatty. Bingo, of course, had just copied Buster, How fierce they both looked, showing their teeth, longing to get at these two men who dared to shout at Fatty and Ern.

  'Good thing they obey you,' said Mr Engler, still holding the sword. 'I like dogs, or I wouldn't give them a chance. Now, explain your presence here, please. The door was locked - so I presume you came in through one of the windows. I saw that one was open when I came - the one on the first floor. Easy enough to climb up ivy, isn't it? - easy to break into a place. You boys will have to explain all that when you come before the police!'

  Fatty was thankful that the man thought they had broken in through an open window. he said nothing. He was certainly not going to explain about the trap door in the hearth! If the man didn't know of it, well and good!

  'Oh, don't take us to the police, sir,' blurted out Ern, thinking of Goon's face, if he, Ern, were taken to the police station. 'Please don't. We weren't doing any harm, really we weren't/ We were just looking round, like.' 

  'I've seen these kids before, sir,' said the turnstile man. 'Cheeky lot they are, too. Six of them have been coming up - with these dogs. I told them dogs weren't allowed. I was a bit afraid these kids might find out what we . . .'

  'Shut up, Flint, you fool!' snapped Mr Engler, clearly afraid that he was about to say something he didn't want the boys to hear. 'Go and begin to load the van, and be sharp about it. I'll deal with what's not ready, and you can fetch it later.'

  He turned to the two listening boys. 'I'm afraid you are going to have a very poor weekend,' he said. 'I've decided not to hand you over to the police - but to leave you all alone here, without food or drink for two or three days. Just to teach you what happens to lads who break into places! oh, you needn't think you can get out of the window you so easily slipped in by! I shall tie you up and lock you in this room, and when I come back on Monday - or maybe Tuesday - I'll listen to your apologies and let you go - perhaps!'

  'but sir - our parents will be so worried,' began Fatty. 'We haven't done any harm. We apologize now. We do really. Don't we, Ern?'

  'Ooooh yes,' said Ern, fervently, a little surprised to hear Fatty in such a humble voice. Why, Fatty sounded scared! First time I've ever seen him frightened, thought Ern.

  'You can apologize when you next see me, and have time to think what fools you have both been,' said Mr Engler. The turnstile man grinned sarcastically. He was very, very glad to see that 'cheeky boy' as he thought of him, standing there, caught so easily.

  'Tie them up,' said Mr Engler, to the turnstile man. 'I'm going to see if Poussin is there. He's about due now.'

  Fatty wondered who Poussin was. It was a French name, so maybe it was the French artist. he stood waiting for the turnstile man to tie up him and Ern. 'Got to go and get some rope, if you want me to tie them up,' said the man, turning.