Free Five Go To Smuggler's Top by Enid Blyton Page B

ever come to the schoolroom!
    Timmy barked again, a little more distantly. Mr Lenoir's nose grew white at the tip. Sooty and Marybelle knew the danger-sign, and glanced at one another. That white-tipped nose usually meant a storm of temper!
    'Do you hear that noise?' said Mr Lenoir, snapping out the words.
    'What noise, sir?' asked Julian, politely.
    Timmy barked again.
    'Don't be foolish! There's the noise again!' said Mr Lenoir. At that moment a gull called outside the window, circling in the sea-breeze.
    'Oh - that gull, sir? Yes, we often hear the gulls,' said Dick, brightly. 'Sometimes they seem to mew like a cat sir.'
    'Pah!' said Mr Lenoir, almost spitting out the word. 'I suppose you will say they also bark like a dog?'
    'Well, they might, I suppose, sir,' agreed Dick, looking faintly surprised. 'After all, if they can mew like cats, there's no reason why they shouldn't bark like dogs.'
    Timmy barked again very joyfully. Mr Lenoir faced the children, in a very bad temper indeed now.
    'Can't you hear that? Tell me what that noise is!'
    The children all put their heads on one side, and pretended to listen very carefully. 'I can't hear anything,' said Dick. 'Not a thing.'
    'I can hear the wind,' said Anne.
    'I can hear the gulls again,' said Julian, putting his hand behind one ear.
    'I can hear a door banging. Perhaps that's the noise you mean, sir!' said Sooty, with a most innocent expression. His stepfather gave him a poisonous look. He could really be very unpleasant.
    'And there's a window rattling,' said Marybelle, eager to do her bit too, though she felt very frightened of her father, for she knew his sudden rages very well.
    'I tell you, it's a dog, and you know it!' snapped Mr Lenoir, the tip of his nose so white now that it looked very queer indeed. 'Where's the dog? Whose is he?'
    'What dog, sir?' began Julian, frowning as if he were very puzzled indeed. 'There's no dog here that I can see.'
    Mr Lenoir glared at him, and clenched his fingers. It was quite clear that he would have liked to box Julian's ears. 'Then listen!' he hissed. 'Listen and say what you think could make that barking, if not a dog?'
    They were all forced to listen, for by now they felt scared of the angry man. But fortunately Timmy made no sound at all. Either he had let the rat escape, or was now gobbling it up. Anyway, there was not a single sound from him!
    'Sorry, sir but really I can't hear a dog barking,' said Julian, in rather an injured tone.
    'Nor can I!' said Dick, and the others joined in, saying the same. Mr Lenoir knew that this time they were speaking the truth, for he too could not hear anything.
    'When I catch that dog I will have him poisoned,' he said, very slowly and clearly. 'I will not have dogs in my house.'
     

     
    He turned on his heel and went out quickly, which was a very good thing, for George was quite ready to fly into one of her rages, and then there would have been a real battle! Anne put her hand on George's arm to stop her shouting after Mr Lenoir.
    'Don't give the game away!' she whispered. 'Don't say anything, George!'
    George bit her lip. She had gone first red with rage and then white. She stamped her foot.
    'How dare he, how dare he?' she burst out.
    'Shut up, silly,' said Julian. 'Block will be back in a minute. We must all pretend to be awfully surprised that Mr Lenoir thought there was a dog, because, if Block can read our lips, he mustn't know the truth.'
    Block came in with the pudding at that moment, his face as blank as ever. It was the most curious face the children had ever seen, for there was never any change of expression on it at all. As Anne said, it might have been a wax mask!
    'Funny how Mr Lenoir thought there was a dog barking!' began Julian, and the others backed him up valiantly. If Block could indeed read their lips he would be puzzled to know whether there had been a dog barking or not!
    The children escaped to Sooty's room afterwards, and held a council of war. 'What are we to do