Bunter And The Phantom Of The Towers (Billy Bunter, Book 40)
Frank Richards
Language: English
Pages: 150
ISBN: B005LELRW0
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Another Billy Bunter adventure at Greyfriars school
it!” he stuttered. “Eh! Who did, then?” “That villain!” “What villain, you ass?” “The one who wants the thousand pounds, of course,” said Bunter. “Can’t you see? It’s a case of your money or your life.” “You pernicious chump—” said Johnny Bull. “You terrific ass——” “I say, you fellows, I tell you that paper was meant for Mauly—” gasped Bunter. “I don’t know who wrote it.” “Gammon!” “The gammonfulness it terrific!” “I say, Mauly, you believe me, don’t you?” gasped Bunter, with an
Bunter, in those terrifying moments, that the unknown who was creeping down the passage must hear the thumping of his heart and take the alarm! The stealthy creeping passed his door. It died away down the passage; the unknown had gone on. That was a relief, at least! But he—whoever he was— had gone on to Lord Mauleverer’s room! That was certain! The mysterious danger that threatened the schoolboy earl was close upon him now. Still Bunter sat without motion, glued by terror to his chair.
reached Mauleverer’s door, and stumbled over a form that lay half-in the doorway, half-out in the passage. “Mauly! Is that you, Mauly?” panted Wharton. With a strange dread at his heart, Wharton dropped on his knees beside the still form, dimly seen in the dark. “Hallo, hallo, hallo!” came Bob Cherry’s startled voice. “What’s the jolly old row?” “Turn on the light!” shouted Wharton. The electric light in the corridor was switched on. “Mauly—Mauly, old man!” The sudden light revealed Lord
staring butler. His hand went to his forehead, and he gave a low moan. “What—what has happened?” he muttered. “Pull yourself together,” said Harry. “Lord Mauleverer is gone—he has been kidnapped!” “Oh!” gasped Orris. He struggled to a sitting posture. “His lordship gone! And I—I was here to guard him—and I slept—” “You needn’t blame yourself,” said Harry. “You seem to have been chloroformed while you slept—the place reeks with the stuff. You did not wake in the night?” “No, sir! Oh, how my
in his eyes as they lingered on Bunter. “We’ll jolly well see!” snorted Bunter. “I’m fed-up with your cheek, Orris! I never stand cheek from a servant, see? I keep ’em in order at Bunter Court, I can tell you! I’ve a jolly good mind to tell old Rymer! How would you like that?” Orris started. “I scarcely suppose that Inspector Rymer would be interested in my affairs, sir,” he answered. “Wouldn’t he?” sneered Bunter. “Old Rymer’s got it into his head that there’s somebody in this house who’s