"Carey, M.V. - The Three Investigators 15 - The Mystery of the Flaming Footprints" - читать интересную книгу автора (Carey M.V)

"Jupe says his aunt won't mind," said Pete. And, "Yes, I'll be home early in the morning." And, "Yes, I know I'm supposed to cut the grass tomorrow."

Finally, "Okay, Mum. Thanks. See you." And Pete hung up.

"Beautiful!" said Bob.

"And quite true," announced Jupiter. "We are looking for a lost medallion--the one The Potter wears."

Then, at Jupiter's request, Bob called his mother and received permission to stay for supper at the Jones's.

"Jupiter!" Aunt Mathilda's voice carried clearly through the air vent in the top of the trailer. "Jupiter Jones! Where are you?"

"Just in time!" said Jupe. The boys hurried out as fast as they could through Tunnel Two, brushed off their knees, and emerged from Jupiter's outdoor workshop.

"I declare to Betsy!" exclaimed Aunt Mathilda, who stood near the office of the salvage yard. "I don't know what you boys do, pottering in that workshop all the time. Jupiter, supper's ready."

"Aunt Mathilda," said Jupe, "can Pete and Bob stay andа.а.а."

"Yes, they can stay and eat with us," said Aunt Mathilda. "We're only having pancakes and sausages, but there's plenty for everyone."

Pete and Bob thanked her and accepted the invitation.

"Call your folks," ordered Aunt Mathilda. "You can use the phone in the office. And lock up after yourselves. Five minutes, and I want you boys ready to eat."

She crossed the street to the house.

"Do you suppose she's a mind reader?" said Pete.

"I hope not," declared Jupiter fervently.

Five minutes later the boys were at the table in the Jones's dining room, devouring pancakes and sizzling sausages, and listening to Uncle Titus tell of the old days, when Rocky Beach was only a wide spot in the road.

After supper, the boys leaped to help Aunt Mathilda clear away and do the dishes. When they had finished, and the sink was scoured to perfection, they made for the door.

"Where to now?" demanded Aunt Mathilda.

"We aren't quite finished with our job," Jupe explained.

"Well, don't be too late," warned Aunt Mathilda. "And don't leave the light on in the workshop. And remember to lock the gate again."

Jupiter promised that they would obey all instructions, and they escaped across the street, where Pete collected his bicycle.

"How will Tom Dobson know it's me?" Pete asked.

"Just tell him," Jupiter advised. "He has one of our cards."

"Okay." Pete wheeled out of the yard and started for the highway.

"Now to check on that Mr Demetrieff who rented Hilltop House," Jupiter decided. "I think Worthington could help us there."