The Top Secret Diary of Davina Dupree Read Online Free PDF

charming pair, Pike and Croaka, in to giving them lots of paint and paper to make campaign posters with. Pike and Croaka did NOT look very impressed about this as it meant they had to stay in the art room for as long as Clarice and Cleo were there. (The rules say that no pupil is allowed to stay in classrooms by themselves at the weekends). This was good news for us as it meant we could go to Little Pineham without worrying we’d bump in to Little and Large.
    We caught the bus in to the village, (wearing bobble hats and scarves to disguise ourselves), found the station and bunkers and guess what? There
was
a number thirty seven! It even had “Bunker 37” written on a metal plate in the middle of its large, square door. We were so excited. Needless to say, the big, fat padlock chaining the door to the wall was firmly locked and we knew where the key was – back at school in Pike’s top drawer.
    I heard a scrabbling sound behind the door. Arabella listened too and heard it loud and clear.
    ‘Urgh, rats!’ She said. ‘I hate rats, they’re all germy and disgusting. Maybe Pike and Croaka breed them. That’s that mystery solved then. Yuk, let’s get out of here.’
    ‘Wait,’ I said. ‘I don’t think its animals making that noise. Let’s listen again for a minute.’
    We pressed our ears next to the dirty bunker door and were very surprised when we heard a weak cough from inside. Now, I’m no animal expert but I do know that rats don’t cough. The scrabbling sound seemed to be coming from the floor so I bent down to investigate and at that moment, a dirty piece of paper came sliding out of the small gap between the gravelly pavement and the door. I picked it up.
    ‘Well, well, well,’ I said, feeling like a real detective. ‘It looks like your rats can write, Arabella.’
    ‘Really? What do they say?’ She leaned forwards to see. We both stared at the wobbly handwriting in shock. It said,
    “
We’ve been kidnapped. Please help us. We used to be teachers at Egmont Exclusive Boarding School for Girls until two strange women abducted us one night. Please, please ask the police and Mrs Fairchild, the headmistress at Egmont, to free us. Thank you so much, from Katie Cherry and Harriet Wise. P.S Please take this note with you as we don’t want our captors to find it. If they do they will punish us.”
    We stood there for a whole minute without moving, taking it all in. Then I leaned close to the door and called, ‘Hello?’
    ‘Who’s there?’ Came a shaky voice.
    ‘Erm, I’m Davina,’ I called through the door. ‘I’m here with my friend Arabella. We’re from Egmont School and we’ve come to, um, sort of rescue you, although we probably can’t do it straight away.’
    ‘Oh thank goodness. I’m Katie by the way, Katie Cherry.’ The voice sounded emotional. ‘Harriet, did you hear? Some girls from Egmont have found us. We’ll be rescued soon, then we’ll be able to get you to hospital.’
    ‘Urgh,’ someone groaned.
    ‘Are you both alright?’ Arabella spoke loudly. ‘That groan didn’t sound healthy.’
    ‘Oh, Harriet’s in an absolutely
terrible
way,’ Katie said. She sounded like she might cry. ‘You see –’
    Suddenly, a car screeched round the corner, making Arabella and I jump.
    ‘That’s them,’ Katie hissed through the door. ‘That’s the sound the kidnappers car always makes when they arrive. Quick, hide before they see you, or they might abduct you as well if they realise you know about us.’
    What a big, fat pain. Little and Large must have escaped from the campaign poster making earlier than we’d predicted. I bet Cleo and Clarice weren’t happy about that! Before I could work out what to do, Arabella pulled me backwards and I landed on top of her behind an empty car parked in front of the next storeroom, Bunker 38. Just in time too. Before I could roll off Arabella’s legs – she
does
have a few bruises on her shins today, but it wasn’t my fault, it was an