of us could stop him he had grabbed hold of Tim and planted a kiss on both cheeks.
Tim went bright red. “I know I cracked the case,” he muttered. “But let’s not get
too
friendly…”
“It’s just the French way,” I said. Even so, I made sure I shook hands with Moire. I didn’t want him getting too close.
“I wish you a good journey, my friends,” Moire said. “And this time, perhaps you will be careful what you say while you are on the ship!”
“We won’t be saying anything,” I promised. I’d bought Tim a Tintin book at the harbour bookstall. He could read that on the way home.
Moire smiled.
“Au revoir,”
he said.
“Where?” Tim asked. I’d have to translate it for him later.
We were about halfway home, this time chopping up and down on the Channel, when Tim suddenly looked up from the Tintin book. “You know,” he said. “We never did find out how Erica Nice was smuggling the drugs on the train.”
“Haven’t you guessed?” I sighed and pulled out the blue sugar sachet that had started the whole thing. It was the sachet Tim had been given at the Gare du Nord. Somehow I’d never quite got round to opening it. I did so now.
There was a spoonful of white powder inside.
“Sugar?” Tim muttered.
“I don’t think so, Tim,” I replied. “This is just one sachet. But Erica Nice was transporting thousands of them every day on the train. A little parcel of drugs. One dose, already weighed and perfectly concealed.” I tore open the packet and held it up. The powder was caught in the wind and snatched away. I watched it go, a brief flurry of white as it skimmed over the handrail and disappeared into the grey water of the English Channel.
“Do you think we ought to tell Moire?” Tim asked.
“I expect he’s worked it out for himself,” I said.
In the distance I could see the white cliffs of Dover looming up. We had only been away for a week but somehow it seemed a lot longer. I was glad to be home.
Tim was still holding the packed lunch that Moire had given us. Now he opened it. The first thing he took out was a strawberry yoghurt.
“Very funny,” I said.
The yoghurt followed the drugs into the channel. Then we went downstairs to order fish and chips.
T HE A LEX R IDER SERIES
Alex Rider – you’re never too young to die…
High in the Alps, death waits for Alex Rider…
Sharks. Assassins. Nuclear bombs. Alex Rider’s in deep water.
Alex Rider has 90 minutes to save the world.
Once stung, twice as deadly. Alex Rider wants revenge.
He’s back – and this time there are no limits.
Alex Rider bites back…
Alex Rider – in the jaws of death…
One bullet.
One life.
The end starts here.
Become an Alex Rider Insider…
Watch videos at www.youtube.com/alexriderinsider
Chat with other fans at www.facebook.com/alexrideruk
Visit the website at www.alexrider.com
He always knew he was different. First there were the dreams. Then the deaths began.
It began with Raven’s Gate.
But it’s not over yet.
Once again the enemy is stirring.
Darkness covers the earth.
The Old Ones have returned.
The battle must begin.
An ancient evil is unleashed.
Five have the power to defeat it.
But one of them has been taken.
H OROWITZ H UMOUR
“Fact-tinged fiction at its gripping best.”
Mail on Sunday
“This is a glorious galloping adventure … Funny and gripping.” Scotland on Sunday
“A hoot … Anthony Horowitz has created a scary and unmissable old hag.”
Daily Mail
“Wickedly funny.”
Daily Telegraph
“A formidably well-written adventure story…”
Independent
“The punchy style, snappy dialogue and lively pace make an attractive novel … extremely entertaining.”
Irish Times
New pupils are made to sign their names in blood… The assistant headmaster has no reflection…
The French teacher disappears whenever there’s a full moon…
Groosham Grange, David Eliot’s new school, is a very weird place indeed!
“Hilarious … speeds
Tim went bright red. “I know I cracked the case,” he muttered. “But let’s not get
too
friendly…”
“It’s just the French way,” I said. Even so, I made sure I shook hands with Moire. I didn’t want him getting too close.
“I wish you a good journey, my friends,” Moire said. “And this time, perhaps you will be careful what you say while you are on the ship!”
“We won’t be saying anything,” I promised. I’d bought Tim a Tintin book at the harbour bookstall. He could read that on the way home.
Moire smiled.
“Au revoir,”
he said.
“Where?” Tim asked. I’d have to translate it for him later.
We were about halfway home, this time chopping up and down on the Channel, when Tim suddenly looked up from the Tintin book. “You know,” he said. “We never did find out how Erica Nice was smuggling the drugs on the train.”
“Haven’t you guessed?” I sighed and pulled out the blue sugar sachet that had started the whole thing. It was the sachet Tim had been given at the Gare du Nord. Somehow I’d never quite got round to opening it. I did so now.
There was a spoonful of white powder inside.
“Sugar?” Tim muttered.
“I don’t think so, Tim,” I replied. “This is just one sachet. But Erica Nice was transporting thousands of them every day on the train. A little parcel of drugs. One dose, already weighed and perfectly concealed.” I tore open the packet and held it up. The powder was caught in the wind and snatched away. I watched it go, a brief flurry of white as it skimmed over the handrail and disappeared into the grey water of the English Channel.
“Do you think we ought to tell Moire?” Tim asked.
“I expect he’s worked it out for himself,” I said.
In the distance I could see the white cliffs of Dover looming up. We had only been away for a week but somehow it seemed a lot longer. I was glad to be home.
Tim was still holding the packed lunch that Moire had given us. Now he opened it. The first thing he took out was a strawberry yoghurt.
“Very funny,” I said.
The yoghurt followed the drugs into the channel. Then we went downstairs to order fish and chips.
T HE A LEX R IDER SERIES
Alex Rider – you’re never too young to die…
High in the Alps, death waits for Alex Rider…
Sharks. Assassins. Nuclear bombs. Alex Rider’s in deep water.
Alex Rider has 90 minutes to save the world.
Once stung, twice as deadly. Alex Rider wants revenge.
He’s back – and this time there are no limits.
Alex Rider bites back…
Alex Rider – in the jaws of death…
One bullet.
One life.
The end starts here.
Become an Alex Rider Insider…
Watch videos at www.youtube.com/alexriderinsider
Chat with other fans at www.facebook.com/alexrideruk
Visit the website at www.alexrider.com
He always knew he was different. First there were the dreams. Then the deaths began.
It began with Raven’s Gate.
But it’s not over yet.
Once again the enemy is stirring.
Darkness covers the earth.
The Old Ones have returned.
The battle must begin.
An ancient evil is unleashed.
Five have the power to defeat it.
But one of them has been taken.
H OROWITZ H UMOUR
“Fact-tinged fiction at its gripping best.”
Mail on Sunday
“This is a glorious galloping adventure … Funny and gripping.” Scotland on Sunday
“A hoot … Anthony Horowitz has created a scary and unmissable old hag.”
Daily Mail
“Wickedly funny.”
Daily Telegraph
“A formidably well-written adventure story…”
Independent
“The punchy style, snappy dialogue and lively pace make an attractive novel … extremely entertaining.”
Irish Times
New pupils are made to sign their names in blood… The assistant headmaster has no reflection…
The French teacher disappears whenever there’s a full moon…
Groosham Grange, David Eliot’s new school, is a very weird place indeed!
“Hilarious … speeds
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