The Mystery of the Cupboard

The Mystery of the Cupboard
Lynne Reid Banks

What will Omri find inside the eaves of his new home? Will there be more little figures that come to life?After Omri reads his great-great-great-aunt’s account, he longs to try the key. And when his friend Patrick comes to stay, nothing can stop him…

For my family.

Contents

Cover (#u2bda937d-774a-50a1-a48b-50c1b24b6546)

Title Page (#u64c743ac-4536-5ea7-9c5a-6b3e9645cdbd)

1. The Longhouse (#u2fa2c6e7-678c-5f66-ae46-dc8ae9f400b2)

2. Kitsa Goes Missing (#u12a9ab0c-55ba-5e75-ae37-7c4482ddc61e)

3. Hidden in the Thatch (#ufe764044-c2aa-5f4d-9e64-ed88674c0f78)

4. Jessica Charlotte’s Notebook (#u5765b4ed-240b-51d2-a025-8530270963d0)

5. Family Stuff (#uc074ecab-e8ca-50b0-95d2-9be8a336de22)

6. Pouring the Lead (#litres_trial_promo)

7. The Day of the Parade (#litres_trial_promo)

8. The Old Bottle (#litres_trial_promo)

9. Frederick (#litres_trial_promo)

10. Patrick (#litres_trial_promo)

11. Tom (#litres_trial_promo)

12. Jenny (#litres_trial_promo)

13. The Fall (#litres_trial_promo)

14. The Cupboard (#litres_trial_promo)

15. In the Cashbox (#litres_trial_promo)

16. The Jewel Case (#litres_trial_promo)

17. A Sudden Emergency (#litres_trial_promo)

18. The Sleeping Lady (#litres_trial_promo)

19. Maria’s Bequest (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue: A Funeral – and After (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

Also by the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

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The Longhouse (#ulink_a4f8f49b-93be-5b11-9e0b-ec5c14938b07)

“But Mum, I don’t want to move house again!”

Omri’s mother stared at him with her mouth slightly ajar. She turned away for a moment as if she simply couldn’t think of a thing to say, and then swiftly turned back.

“Omri, you know what, you’re incredible. Ever since we moved here you’ve done nothing but moan. You hated the district, you hated the street, you hated the house—”

“I never said I hated the house! I like the house. I love the garden. Anyway, even if I did hate it, I wouldn’t want to move. All that packing and general hassle last time, it was awful! Why do we have to move again?”

“Listen, darling. You remember the freak storm?”

Omri stared at her. Remember it? Could anyone who’d survived it possibly ever forget it?

“Stupid me, of course you do, I only meant— well, it wrecked the greenhouse—”

“It wrecked my room—”

“The chimney fell off, the roof had to be—”

“But Mum, that was all months ago. It’s all been mended, pretty well.”

“At vast cost,” put in his father, who was sitting at the breakfast-room table writing out a description of their house. It was coming home unexpectedly early and catching his father on the phone to an estate agent that had tipped Omri off that his parents were thinking about selling and moving.

“Yes, and now with a new roof and everything, it’s a good time to sell. Besides, Dad really hates living in town.”

Now it was Omri’s turn to have his mouth hanging open.

“You mean we’re not going to live in London?”

“No. We’re going to live in the country.”

Omri sat up sharply. “The country!” he almost shouted, as dismayed as if his father had announced they were going to live at the bottom of the sea.

“Yes, dear, the country,” said his mother. “That big green place with all the trees - you know, you’ve seen it through the car window when we’ve been racing from one hideous town to another.”

Omri ignored her sarcasm. “Would it be Kent?” His best friend, Patrick, lived in Kent.