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    ‘Porridge or cereal?’ asked Aunt Etta, as the children came in.
    Minette blinked at her. ‘Cereal,’ she managed to say.
    ‘Porridge,’ said Fabio.
    ‘Please,’ said Etta briskly, picking up the ladle. ‘Porridge, please.’
    Fabio was the first to shake himself awake. ‘This is a very odd kidnap,’ he said crossly. ‘And I won’t eat anything drugged.’
    Aunt Etta leant forward, scooped a spoonful of porridge from his plate and gulped it down.
    ‘Satisfied?’ she said.
    Fabio waited to see if she yawned or became dopey. Then he began to eat. The porridge was delicious.
    They were both on second helpings when the screams began again. This time they were even worse than before and were followed by sobs and wails and a low shuddering moan. Then the door opened and a woman they had never seen before ran into the room. She had long, reddish-grey hair down her back; a bloody scratch ran along one cheek and she seemed to be quite beside herself.
    The children shrank back in their chairs, their fear returning. The woman looked every inch a torturer.
    ‘Really, Myrtle,’ said Aunt Etta, ‘I’ve told the children they mustn’t be late for breakfast and now look at you.’
    But no one could be cross with Myrtle for long, not even her bossy sister. The scratch on Myrtle’s cheek had begun to bleed again, there were tooth marks on her wrist, and though she took a helping of porridge she was quite unable to swallow it.
    And when she was introduced to Minette and Fabio, her tears began to flow again.
    ‘Yours are so nice,’ she sobbed. ‘They look so intelligent and friendly.’
    ‘That’s as maybe,’ said Etta. ‘We haven’t tried them out yet.’ She frowned as more bangs and thumps came from across the corridor. ‘He can’t stay in the broom cupboard, Myrtle. What would happen if he goes for the Hoover? We’d never get the place cleaned up again.’
    ‘It’s just for now,’ said Myrtle. ‘I gave him my bedroom when he first came round but I was afraid for the ducklings.’
    Myrtle often had motherless ducklings keeping warm in her bed and her underclothes drawer.
    ‘I suppose we shall have to un kidnap him,’ said Coral. ‘But how? No one’s going to pay a ransom for Lambert Sprott.’
    ‘We could offer to give his father some money if he’ll take Lambert away,’ suggested Myrtle, blowing her nose.
    ‘Don’t be silly, Myrtle,’ said Etta. ‘For one thing we haven’t got any money – and for another he’d tell everyone about the Island and photographers would come, and journalists.’ She shuddered. Keeping the position of the Island secret was the most important thing of all.
    ‘We could turn him round and round till he was completely giddy and leave him in a telephone kiosk somewhere on the mainland,’ said Coral. But she did not sound very convinced by her idea.
    Myrtle began to sob again. ‘I should have left him on the floor,’ she gulped. ‘I should never have brought him. But it seemed so cruel just to leave him there unconscious.’
    ‘Hush. What’s done is done.’
    But Myrtle couldn’t be consoled. ‘And my cello case smells of the awful child,’ she wailed. ‘He puts terrible stuff on his hair.’
    ‘Perhaps he’ll settle down when we’ve got some breakfast into him.’
    Judging by the screams and thumps coming from across the corridor though, this did not seem likely.
    But Fabio was getting impatient. ‘What about us? Are you going to unkidnap us?’
    The aunts stared at him. ‘Are you mad?’ said Etta. ‘After all the trouble we took. In any case, you haven’t been kidnapped exactly. You’ve been chosen.’
    Minette and Fabio stared. ‘How?’ asked Minette.
    ‘What do you mean?’ enquired Fabio.
    Aunt Coral put down her coffee cup. ‘It’s time we explained. But first you’d better come and meet Daddy. He gets upset when things are kept from him.’
    Captain Harper was a hundred and three years old and spent most of the day in bed looking