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    The Ghosts of Givenham Mansion
    The Ghosts of Givenham Mansion
    The Ghosts of Givenham Mansion
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    The Ghosts of Givenham Mansion

    By Robert Swindells and Leo Hartas

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    Despite the gates and barbed wire, the Outfit decides to investigate the old mansion in the Weeping Woods. Inside, they discover something truly sinister. Investigate alongside them in this high/low adventure.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLerner Publishing
    Release dateAug 1, 2021
    ISBN9781541590922
    The Ghosts of Givenham Mansion
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    Robert Swindells

    Robert Swindells was born in Bradford, England. He was a primary school teacher, served in the Royal Air Force, and was involved in the peace movement before becoming a full-time author. Robert is the winner of numerous awards including the prestigious Carnegie Medal for his bestselling novel Stone Cold. He lives in England.

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      Book preview

      The Ghosts of Givenham Mansion - Robert Swindells

      Chapter 1

      Ready to Go

      What about the haunted house, then?

      Huh? Mickey shielded his eyes from the morning sun and scowled at the two Denton girls. What’re you talking about?

      The haunted house, repeated Jillo. It’s sold. Somebody’s moved in.

      Never. Mickey was sitting on the trailer step, munching on a bacon sandwich. The trailer stood in a clearing on the edge of the Weeping Woods. It belonged to Mickey’s dad, who was away as usual. Inside, Mickey’s dog Raider was eating his breakfast at the table. Raider was a mutt, but he acted like a human sometimes.

      It’s true, confirmed Titch. Dad told Mum at breakfast. Apparently it’s a bit of a mystery because nobody knows who he is.

      Well. Mickey tossed the last bit of his sandwich into his mouth, stood up, and brushed crumbs from his tattered jeans. If it’s a mystery, it’s up to the Outfit to solve it. That’s what we’re good at, isn’t it?

      Sure is, grinned Jillo, and we’ve got six whole weeks to do it in. Where’s Shaz?

      Mickey shrugged. On his way probably, unless he’s gone straight to HQ. HQ was the shed Farmer Denton had given them to use as a clubhouse. It stood in a corner of one of his fields.

      Titch shook her head. We went past just now. He’s not there.

      "Yip! Raider came to the door and stood gazing into the trees, growling softly. Mickey ruffled the coarse hair on the dog’s neck. Easy, Raider. He grinned at the girls. This’ll be him now."

      It was. He came out of the trees and joined them at the step.

      Hi, everybody. Anything happening?

      Funny you should say that, Shaz, chirped Titch. Second day of vacation and we’ve found ourselves a mystery.

      You’re kidding, right?

      "We are not, said Jillo. Listen."

      Briefly, she told him what her father had said about the spooky, derelict mansion beyond the woods that they called the haunted house. When she’d finished, Shaz pulled a face. They must be mad, whoever they are. Who’d want to live in a great, echoing dump like that?

      Mickey thumped his arm. That’s the mystery, Shaz. I vote we get to it right away.

      I vote we do something first, said Titch.

      We know, chorused the others. The oath. They joined hands in a circle with Raider in the middle and chanted:

      Faithful, fearless, full of fun,

      Winter, summer, rain, or sun,

      One for five and five for one—

      THE OUTFIT!

      On the last word they leaped high in the air and Raider barked. The Outfit was ready to go.

      Chapter 2

      We’ll Be Back

      Sunlight filtered through the foliage of the Weeping Woods and lay like a shower of gold across its spongy floor. Raider ran to and fro in front of the group with his nose down, sniffing for rabbits. He found none, but succeeded now and then in startling birds, which flapped off screeching into the distance.

      Eventually the trees thinned out and a high wall of mossy brick could be glimpsed between them. Mickey called the dog to heel and brought the party to a halt.

      Okay, he murmured, this is it. I suggest we turn right, follow the wall to the corner, and sneak along to the gateway. If there’s nothing to be seen from there and nobody’s around, we’ll go up the driveway. Keep it quiet from now on.

      As they neared the wall, they noticed that metal posts had been fixed at intervals along its top to support three strands of barbed wire. The posts were angled outward so that would-be intruders couldn’t drape coats or sacks over the wire to neutralize the barbs. Somebody doesn’t want visitors, hissed Jillo. I wonder if it’s electrified as well?

      They reached the corner from which the great gateposts were visible. Stone griffins crouched on top of the posts, their heads wreathed in the foliage of the ancient trees which grew inside the grounds and hung over the wall. A poor road, perpetually in the shadow of the trees and scarred with cracks and potholes, ran

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