police station. Weâll start our enquiries straightaway,â said Detective Warner.
They all went to the front door.
âDonât worry, Beatrice. Weâll find your father. Iâm sure heâs safe and sound.â Detective Warner smiled. âOh yes, something else . . . I think it would be best if all three of you didnât say a word about this to anyone else. We donât want to put your dadâs life in danger, do we?â
âNo!â Beans replied emphatically.
âWe wonât say a word,â Louisa said.
âNot one word,â Ann agreed.
Beans said goodbye to the detective before closing the front door slowly behind him. She scowled at the door, her eyebrows practically knitting together.
âWhatâs the matter, Beans?â Ann asked. âI know that look.â
âI donât think much of him,â Beans said with disgust.
âWho? Detective Warner?â Louisa asked, surprised.
Beans nodded. âHe didnât talk about taking fingerprints or trying to find any clues left by the kidnappers or anything.â
âMaybe heâs coming back to do that with some of his colleagues?â Louisa suggested.
âThen why didnât he say so?â Beans argued. âHe didnât seem to be very with it. In fact, you two asked me more questions than he did. I could do better than that!â
âWell, youâve got to let the police do their jobs,â Ann pointed out. âIâm sure that detective knows what heâs doing.â
But Beans wasnât listening. Her eyes held a strange gleam as she stared into space.
âYeah . . . I could do better than that.â Beansâs whisper was more to herself than to anyone else. âAnn, Louisa, Iâm going to find Dad! Nothingâs going to stop me from finding out who the kidnappers are â and where theyâre holding him.â
Chapter Five
Looking for Clues
Louisa and Ann stared at Beans.
âYouâre not serious, are you?â Louisa asked. The look on Beansâs face answered her question. âBeans, you canât do that. It might be dangerous.â
âI canât just sit around here doing nothing,â Beans replied. âAnd if that detectiveâs in charge of the case, then it seems to me the police need all the help they can get.â
âBut what can you do?â Louisa asked.
âDad wrote in his note that there were two men in the house today who made him write that letter to me,â Beans said. âSo they must have left some clues behind. Footprints, fingerprints â something. And Iâm going to look for those clues until I find them.â
Louisa frowned at Ann, then back at Beans. âThen weâre going to help you, arenât we, Ann?â said Louisa firmly.
âYou canât. Youâre both expected at home,â Beans pointed out.
âWe can easily phone our parents,â Ann said. âCome on, Beans, you must let us help you. Thatâs what friends are for, after all.â
âBut I donât want to get you two into trouble,â Beans said.
âDonât worry. Weâll handle our parents,â Louisa said confidently. âWeâre not going to leave you to do everything by yourself.â
âAnyway, what about your gran?â asked Ann. âYou told Detective Warner that you were going to phone her.â
âI will do,â Beans said. âBut not now. Iâll phone her a bit later. I donât want Gran disturbing any likely clues. Iâll be out in Dadâs workroom when you two have finished your phone calls. I want to examine the workroom first, before it gets any darker outside.â
Beans lowered her head. A momentâs unwelcome doubt settled over her. Would anything she could do help? Would it really?
âBeans, donât worry. Your dadâs all right. I just know he is,â Louisa said