"Arthur, Robert - The Three Investigators 001 - The Secret of Terror Castle" - читать интересную книгу автора (Arthur Robert)

УHereТs the message,Ф she said. УIt says СGreen Gate
One. The presses are rollingТ.Ф
УGosh, Mom, thanks,Ф Bob yelled, and was almost
out the front door before her voice stopped him.
УRobert, what on earth does the message mean? Is
Jupiter using some kind of fantastic code?Ф
УNo, Mom. ItТs plain, ordinary English. Well, IТve
got to hurry.Ф
Bob popped out the door, swung on to his bike, and
started for The Jones Salvage Yard.
When he was riding a bicycle, the brace on his leg
bothered him scarcely at all. He had Уwon the braceФ,
as Dr. Alvarez put it, by foolishly trying to climb one
of the hills near Rocky Beach all alone. Rocky Beach
is built on a fiat spot, with the Pacific Ocean on one
side and the Santa Monica Mountains on the other.
As mountains, they might be considered a bit small,
but as hills they are very big. Bob had rolled down
some five hundred feet of slope and wound up with
his leg broken in umpteen places. A new record, the
hospital assured him. However, Dr. Alvarez said that
eventually the brace could come off and he would
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never know he had once worn it. Although it was
sometimes a nuisance, it didnТt really bother him most
of the time.
Getting outside the main section of town, Bob
reached The Jones Salvage Yard. It had been called
JonesТs Junkyard until Jupiter persuaded his uncle to
change the name. Now it handled unusual items in
addition to ordinary junk, so that people came from
miles away when they needed something they couldnТt
find elsewhere.
The yard was a fascinating spot for any boy, and its
unusual character was obvious from as far away as
one could see the board fence that surrounded it. Mr.
Titus Jones had used a number of different colours of
paint, acquired as junk, to paint the fence. Some of
the local artists had helped him, because Mr. Jones
was always letting them have some little piece of junk
free.
The whole front section was covered with trees and
flowers and green lakes and swans, and even an ocean
scene. The other sides had other pictures. It was
probably the most colourful junk yard in the country.
Bob rode past the front gate, which consisted of two
enormous iron gates from an estate that had burned
down. He went on almost a hundred yards farther and
stopped near the corner, where the fence showed a
green ocean with a two-masted sailing ship foundering