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Enid Blyton - Mystery 01 - Mystery Of The Burnt CottageMystery 01- Mystery of the Burnt Cottage - Blyton, Enid.The Five Find-Outers and Buster the Dog.The Burning Cottage.It was at half-past nine on a dark April night that all the excitement began.The village of Peterswood was perfectly quiet and peaceful, except for a dogbarking somewhere. Then suddenly, to the west of the village, a great lightflared up.Larry Daykin was just getting into bed when he saw it. He had pulled back hiscurtains so that the daylight would wake him, and he suddenly saw the flare tothe west."Golly! What's that!" he said. He called to his sister. "Daisy! I say, comehere and look. There's a funny flare-up down in the village somewhere."His sister came into the bedroom in her nightdress. She looked out of thewindow."It's a fire!" she said. "It looks pretty big, doesn't it? I wonder what itis. Do you think it's some one's house on fire?""We'd better go and see," said Larry, excited. "Let's get dressed again. Mummyand Daddy are out, so they won't know anything about the fire. Come on,hurry."Larry and Daisy dressed quickly, and then ran down the stairs and out into thedark garden. As they went down the lane they passed another house, and heardthe sound of hurrying footsteps coming down the drive there."It's Pip, I bet," said Larry, and shone his torch up the drive. The lightpicked out a boy about his own age, and with him a small girl of about eight."Hallo, Bets! You coming too?" called Daisy, surprised. "I should have thoughtyou'd have been asleep.""Larry!" called Pip. "It's a fire, isn't it? Whose house is burning, do youthink? Will they send for the fire-engine?""The house will be burnt down before the firemen comeall the way from the next village!" said Larry. "Come on - it looks as if it'sdown Haycock Lane."They all ran on together. Some of the villagers had seen" the glare too, andwere running down the lane as well. It was exciting."It's Mr. Hick's house," said a man. "Sure as anything it's his house."They all poured down to the end of the lane. The glare became higher andbrighter."It's not the house!" cried Larry. "It's the cottage he works in, in thegarden - his workroom. Golly, there won't be much left of it!"There certainly wouldn't. The place was old, half-timbered and thatched, andthe dry straw of the roof was blazing strongly.Mr. Goon, the village policeman, was there, directing men to throw water