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- Herausgeber: Odyssey Books
- Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
- Serie: According to Bernice
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
Bernice Peppercorn’s imagination fills her mind and her notebooks with adventure and intrigue. She sees crimes where there are none and races to the local police station daily to fulfil her civic duty.
When a real robbery is committed in town, Bernice dives into detective mode and stumbles across vital clues that could help find the thieves. No one believes her except Ike, a one-legged fisherman who lives down at the wharf.
Bernice Takes A Plunge is an exciting and humorous adventure for middle grade readers.
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Bernice Takes A Plunge
Ann Harth
Copyright © Ann Harth 2020
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted by any person or entity, including internet search engines or retailers, in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying (except under the statutory exceptions provisions of the Australian Copyright Act 1968), recording, scanning or by any information storage and retrieval system without the prior written permission of the publisher.
Published by Odyssey Books in 2020
www.odysseybooks.com.au
ISBN: 978-1925652918 (paperback)
ISBN: 978-1925652925 (ebook)
Cover design by Michelle Lovi
For Chris, Becky, and Jarrod, who laughed as much as I did.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Acknowledgments
About the Author
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1
Crunch, crunch, crunch
‘Stop, Jake!’ Bernice rested her head on the kitchen table and red curls spilled across her face. She’d hardly slept with the sound of the fierce winds all night. Bernice Peppercorn was not a morning person. Jake, on the other hand, was. Breakfast was often bickering on toast.
Jake grinned.
Crunch, crunch, crunch
‘Mum, make him stop!’
Jake looked wide-eyed at his sister. ‘What am I doing?’
‘Hey, listen.’ Mum tapped her newspaper. ‘Someone broke into Crystal Bell’s mansion last night.’
‘Crystal Bell?’ Bernice glanced at her Crystal Bell secret spy watch. She tapped the tiny record button and stretched her arm across the table.
‘Local celebrity, Crystal Bell was robbed last night,’ Mum read.
Bernice stretched further. Her hand dangled over Mum’s lap and her elbow knocked Jake’s cereal.
‘Hey!’ Jake grabbed his bowl of Breakfast Berries. Milk sloshed over the rim. ‘Bernie!’
‘Shh.’ Bernice glared at him. ‘Go on, Mum.’
Mum’s eyes scanned the article. ‘Thieves got away with thousands of dollars’ worth of jewellery and gemstones.’ She sipped her coffee. ‘It looks like family members will be dealing with the authorities because Ms Bell is shooting a film in India.’
Bernice nodded. ‘She is. It’s called Murder in Mumbai. It’s taken so long she even sent for her dog Dipsy, and her canine carer.’ She thrust her recorder watch under her mother’s nose. ‘Anything else?’
Mum shook her head. ‘Not really. I hope they catch them, though. This is such a small town for something like this to happen.’
Bernice clicked off her recorder and went to the sink. She looked out the kitchen window, staring down the street. Maybe the robbers had crept past their house in the middle of the night. ‘Criminy!’ she said. ‘If the batteries hadn’t died on my motion-sensitive camera yesterday, I would have photos of them.’
Bernice’s Crystal Bell security camera worked pretty well considering it had only cost $12.95 without postage and handling. She usually set it up in the front yard, facing the street so she would know what went on out there while she was asleep. So far she’d taken photos of three cats, Freddie Patterson from next door holding hands with Sandra Baker, a bush turkey, six possums (or maybe just one possum, six times), and Mr Danson smoking a cigarette in the road after Mrs Danson had gone to bed.
‘Yeah,’ Jake said, ‘except that camera stinks. All you’d see would be grey smudges on a black background.’
Bernice turned her back on her little brother. She pictured Crystal Bell’s mansion. It was only three blocks away. Bernice had followed the long driveway to the tall golden gates hundreds of times. She’d also checked out the fence around the entire property, but could never get inside because of the thick bars and clanging alarms. Gary, Ms Bell’s guard and driver had escorted her from the property more than once.
‘Why didn’t the alarms go off?’ she mumbled.
‘I’m going to have a shower, kids. Clean the kitchen when you’re finished.’ Mum folded the paper. She stared at Bernice for a minute. ‘Do you still have your hat?’
Bernice nodded. It was her last. It was faded to pale blue but she no longer had a choice. She’d lost three in the past two weeks. She couldn’t help it. Things just seemed to disappear and Mum was getting sick of it.
‘Don’t lose it!’ Mum said. She put her cup in the sink.
Jake’s milk was creeping slowly toward the edge of the table. ‘Clean it up, Bernie!’ he said. ‘You spilled it.’
Bernice squeezed a cold sponge into the sink. ‘Here, I’ll help.’ She tossed it at her brother. It smacked him on the left cheek.
‘Hey!’
‘I wonder what they took?’ Bernice turned back to the window. ‘Maybe one of those diamond tiaras she wore in The Party Peril!’ She wiped her breath from the glass. ‘Or maybe that dress with the sapphires in Bad, Bad Beauty.’ Bernice had seen all Crystal Bell’s movies. Crystal was calm, cool, and smart. She knew karate and could outwit any bad guy who tried to mess with her. Crystal Bell could get out of any situation and solve any mystery. ‘She’ll find the robbers,’ Bernice said.
Jake sopped up the milk and threw the sponge back at Bernice. She ducked. The sponge hit the window and slid down the glass, leaving a milky trail.
‘Crystal Bell couldn’t find a cow in a barn.’ Jake crammed Breakfast Berries into his mouth. ‘She lost her marbles years ago.’
Bernice scowled at her brother. ‘She will solve this. When she gets home, I’ll see if she wants me to help her. Maybe I can write a letter, introducing myself so they know I’m not just a crazed fan. I have a lot of experience with mysteries, you know.’
Jake laughed. Cereal sprayed from his mouth. ‘Only the ones in your head,’ he said.
The rest of Bernice’s day dragged. Brian Mosely kept tugging her hair and calling her Curly Carrot. He thought he was a comic genius. Worse than that, Maggie was home with chickenpox. That meant at least a week of school without her best friend. Criminy.
When the bell rang, Bernice wandered past Granger’s. Lots of kids were buying drinks and ice blocks, and if Maggie had been with her, they’d have been in there with the rest of them. They’d each buy a Lipstick Lolly and head for the most secret place in town, Bush Hollow. There they’d read about Crystal Bell, talk about Crystal Bell, and write about Crystal Bell.
Lipstick Lollies weren’t nearly as scrumptious without Maggie, and a Crystal Bell session was much more fun when there were two of them, but Bernice could still go to the hollow. She’d work on her book instead. Maybe she’d see something on the way that she could use in her story.
Bernice skirted around the sugar-sucking crowd and wandered toward the hollow. She pulled a clip from her pocket and tried to tame her hair. She caught most of it, but the salty sea breeze caused it to spring about in even crazier coils than usual. Bernice’s vision was framed with tiny red curls. She clapped her hat onto her head.
At the edge of the park, Mr Danson was throwing a Frisbee for his terrier Tank. Mrs Danson would have a fit. Tank was usually tucked up in a basket with blankets and treats. The little feet never touched the ground unless Mr Danson was in charge.
‘Hello, Bernie!’ Mr Danson called. ‘Watch Tank! He’s getting faster.’
Bernice stopped and waved.
Mr Danson hurled the Frisbee toward the tiny ball of fur. The little dog’s tail whipped between his legs and he dropped to his belly. The Frisbee skimmed over his head and skidded across the ground in front of him. When it slid to a stop, the dog stood up, wagged his tail, and grabbed the toy with his teeth. He growled and snorted and struggled to drag it back to his owner.
‘He is getting faster, Mr Danson!’ Bernice walked on.
A crowd of gulls covered the ground near a bench. They swooped through the sky screeching and squealing.
‘Are you in there, Mrs Pagano?’ Bernice called through the cloud of feathers.
‘Yes, dear.’
‘You shouldn’t feed the gulls, Mrs Pagano!’
‘I know, dear, but they seem so hungry.’
Bernice walked by Freddie Patterson still holding hands with Sandra Baker, and the Matheson twins practising gymnastics on the grassy lawn. She soon reached Bush Hollow, but there were too many people around to duck through the branches without being seen. She sat down and tucked her hat into her bag. The soft grass tickled the backs of her knees. Bernice pulled out her notebook.
Observations - Friday, September 3rd
Bernice looked around. She tapped her Crystal Bell pencil on her notebook. The eraser was Ms Bell’s head, complete with a tiny blond wig and shiny earrings. The hair bounced as Bernice tapped.
On the other side of the park, the sun shone off the cars in the parking lot. A young man stood at the edge of the pavement. What was he doing?
Suspicious man in parking lot.Bernice looked again. He held a small box and was pointing it at the cars. Maybe he’d stolen someone’s purse and found the electronic key inside and was trying to figure out which car it belonged to. That must be it! He had to be trying to steal a car. Bernice tucked her notebook into her bag and strolled across the park toward the car thief. She had to get past him to get to the police station, but she didn’t want him to know she was onto him. She kept her head turned away from the parking lot, but stared at the man from the corner of her eye. He was definitely trying to steal a car.
If she ran to the police station as fast as she could, Mr Bailey might be able to hop into his car and race to the park. He could use the siren and lights and maybe he’d let Bernice ride with him so she could point out exactly where he needed to go.
She ambled closer. Wait! He couldn’t be trying to steal a car! The little box he was pointing had some kind of antenna on it. Electronic keys don’t have those. If they did, how could you put them in your pocket? So the guy wasn’t going to steal a car. But what was he doing then? He pointed the antenna into the parking lot.
Oh no! Bernice felt her stomach drop. She clapped a hand over her mouth but immediately dropped it to her side. Don’t attract any attention, she thought. This was worse than stealing a car. The man was trying to blow up a car! There must be a bomb hidden in one of them and he was holding the detonator. Any second now—Kablooey!
2
Bernice looked at Mr Danson and Tank. She glanced at the cloud of seagulls and then at Freddie and Sandra. The twins were working on handstands now. None of them knew they were in mortal danger. Bernice didn’t have time to get to the police station. She picked up her pace. She strode, then trotted, and finally sped up to a sprint.
‘No! Don’t do it!’ she yelled. ‘What did these people ever do to you?’
The suspicious man with the box looked around. He shrugged and turned toward the cars again.
‘Everyone clear the area!’ Bernice shouted. She flapped her arms and picked up Tank’s Frisbee before he could clamp his teeth into it. She raced toward the man with the detonator. Could she get to him before he blew up the parking lot? The park? The people? Bernice snatched a glimpse of the entire group of park patrons staring at her as she raced wildly toward the parking lot.
‘Bernice!’ Mr Danson called. ‘You have Tank’s Frisbee!’
Bernice didn’t listen. She closed in on the bomber. ‘Hey you! Stop!’
The man turned around. His mouth dropped open as he stared at Bernice. Her curls bounced into her face as she pounded across the grass.
‘Drop it!’ she said. ‘How can you do this?’ She slid to a stop, took careful aim, and let the Frisbee fly. If she could knock the deadly box from his hand, it might break or, at the very least, give her enough time to reach him and stop him somehow. The man watched the missile as it bore down on him. Just before it slammed into his shoulder, he reached out and plucked it from the air.
‘Nice throw!’ he said. He tossed it back.
Bernice ignored the Frisbee as it sailed past her. She sprinted toward the man until she was close enough to see the sparkle in the bomber’s eyes and the crooked part in his evil hair. She stopped in front of him.
‘Why didn’t you catch it?’ He raised one eyebrow.
‘Please!’ Bernice tried to suck enough air into her lungs to talk. ‘Don’t do it!’
The man raised the other eyebrow. He looked young - barely out of high school. ‘Don’t do what?’
What would Crystal Bell do? She’d reason with him, that’s what. If she had to jump him with a karate move and disarm the detonator eventually, she would, but she preferred talking first. Peace when possible. That was her motto.
Bernice shook her head. ‘How can you be so angry?’ She gasped for air.
