The Mystery of the Invisible Thief — Enid Blyton

Enid Blyton - Mystery 08 - Mystery of the Invisible Thief


One Hot Summer's Day
“Do you know,” said Pip, “this is the fourth week of the summer holidays - the fourth week, mind - and
we haven't even heard of a mystery!”
“Haven't even smelt one,” agreed Fatty. “Gosh, this sun is hot. Buster, don't pant so violently - you're
making me feel even hotter!”
Buster crawled into a patch of shade, and lay down with a thump. His tongue hung out as he panted.
Bets patted him.
“Poor old Buster! It must be frightful to have to wear a fur coat in this weather - one you can't even
unbutton and have hanging open!”
“Don't suggest such a thing to Buster,” said Fatty. “He'd look awful.”
“Oh dear - it's too hot even to laugh,” said Daisy, picturing Buster trying to undo his coat to leave it
open.
“Here we are - all the Five Find-Outers - and Dog,” said Larry, “with nothing to find out, nothing to
solve, and eight weeks to do it in! Fatty, it's a waste of the hols. Though even if we had a mystery I think
I'd be too hot to think about Clues and Suspects and what-nots.”
The five children lay on their backs on the grass. The sun poured down on them. They all wore as little
as possible, but even so they were hot. Nobody could bear poor Buster near them for more than two
seconds, because he absolutely radiated heat.
“Whose turn is it to fetch the iced lemonade?” said Larry....