Books with title The Bear Detectives

Excerpt: ...go first!" Frank's face paled. "Jehoshaphat!" he exclaimed to Henry who, realizing that something mysterious was taking place beneath the river, was bending close. "Jehoshaphat! They're in danger! Say, what can it be? Maybe they're caught in quicksand or a current or under a boat." Pleadingly, with fright and worry expressed in his tones, Frank begged Tom to reply, to tell him what was wrong, what the danger was. For a space he waited anxiously for his chum's reply and then, at last, it came. "It's all right," called Tom. "Don't worry. Stop talking and just listen!" Frank turned to Henry and disconnected the microphone by throwing off a switch to make sure that no sound could be sent. "I guess they're all right," he said. "But I'm worried just the same. Why should he want me to be quiet and just listen. Oh, I do wish they'd come back." "There's those foreign words again," he announced presently, "and, say-I didn't think of it before-there are two talking now." Then followed silence, not a sound, not even a hum or buzz of interference greeted his ears and anxiously he listened, half fearful that some awful casualty had happened to Tom and Rawlins out there somewhere under the turbid waters of the river. The moments passed terribly slowly to the two boys and then Frank again gave a start as he heard Tom ejaculate "Gosh!" followed by some rapid low-spoken words, only one of which Frank could catch-the word "wreck." "That's it," he announced to Henry with a sigh of relief. "They've found a wreck. Gee! perhaps they've found treasure." Henry laughed gayly. "Oh, that's good!" he exclaimed. "Treasure in the East River! You must think you're down in the West Indies or somewhere." "Well, I don't see what's so awful funny about finding a wreck or treasure in the East River," declared Frank petulantly. "Lots of boats have sunk here and why shouldn't one of...

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Excerpt from The Radio DetectivesBeing of a naturally inventive and mechanical mind and remembering his father's advice to try to improve matters, he spent all his spare time studying the radio magazines, haunting the stores where radio supplies and instruments were sold and arguing about and discussing various devices and sets with his boy friends. Hardly a day passed that he did not arrive at his home carrying some mysterious package or bundle. Aecom panied by his chum Frank, from the time school was over until late in the evening he kept himself secluded in his den while faint sounds of hammer ing or of animated conversation might have been heard within.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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‘Good after evening Lenny and what time do you call this?’ asked Travis his elder twin by ten minutes.‘It’s that time and I’ve got a good excuse for being late and before you ask I'll tell you what it is. I had a dream but it was not just any old dream because it was more of an odd kind of dream and before you ask if you were in it, yes you were but you and I weren’t ourselves and before you ask again I'll tell you what we were.’‘I haven’t asked you anything yet Lenny because as usual you won’t let me get a word in edgeways,’ said Travis, and…..’‘I know, I know,' interrupted his twin, ‘so do you want to here what my dream was about or not?’‘Okay, go on then, tell me but wait until I get back with a nice cup of coffee because I’ve a feeling it’s going to be a long drawn out story.’Two minutes later Travis was sitting comfortably in his brand new second hand leather swivel detective chair and when he'd taken a sip of his special blended coffee he signalled that he was ready to hear his younger brother’s words of wisdom.‘Okay Travis I’m going to tell you all about my dream but I’ll tell you as if it was someone else telling it and don’t ask why because I don’t know it’s just that it sounds better this way so here goes but before I start why are you wearing your brand new red detective hat, yellow shirt, turquoise coat which has of all things a yellow belt with an equally odd red buckle, that awful orange tie, red trousers and brown shoes that look more orange than brown because now we really do look like identical twins and I’m not quite sure I really like that.’‘Well Lenny that’s just too bad and the reason I’m dressed like this is because in Dad’s absence I’ve decided to run things and as it so happens my first client will be here soon so get on with it.’‘I’m going to treat that with the contempt it deserves and for your information until Dad gets back we’ll be running this agency as equal partners so equal partner sit back, close your baby blues and imagine someone else is talking because here goes, oh and by the way you’re a tartan tumshie and I’m a wee green leek and we’re in your house and don’t dare say you don’t have a house because I know that but in my dream you do, okay.’‘I never said a word,’ answered Travis, ‘so get on with it.’ ‘Okay here goes and no interrupting. Travis my best bud, what are you reading?’ asked Lenny.‘A book,’ answered Travis.‘What’s it about,’ asked his green friend.‘How to avoid being asked really silly questions,’ smiled the tartan tumshie who never took his eyes from the page he was reading but when he turned the page over he added, ‘oh fiddlesticks, not another one, not again.’‘Not another one what Travis and what does fiddlesticks mean when it’s at home?’‘It's nothing for you to worry your little green brain about Lenny so why don’t you go back to sleep and let me try and figure this out before I go completely mad?’‘I wasn’t asleep and what are you trying to figure out Travis?’ asked Lenny but he already knew what Travis was going to say next because Lenny wasn’t just any old leek, he was a special leek, a leek who could read veggie minds and that wasn’t all he could do and although he called Travis his best bud he hadn’t really known him for long so waited for Travis to say what was on his mind and tried really hard not to mouth his answer along with him when Travis said, ‘someone has stolen pages from my book again and it’s making me really frustrated and why are you mouthing every word I say?’Will Travis and Lenny find their Dad and who really is 'blue rinsed Betty?'

The Princes in Terror Tower: What really happened to the princes in the tower - the two youngest sons of Edward IV? They disappeared into the Tower of London and were never seen again... but there are clues to their fate. The Time Detectives set out to piece all the evidence together, but it nearly costs them their lives... King Arthur’s Bones: The brilliant and handsome King Arthur has become a legendary figure - but did he really exist? When the Time Detectives star in a school performance of King Arthur and his Round Table, they have a terrifying ghostly visitor. Could this really be King Arthur himself?

Written for 9-to-12-year-olds, this illustrated children's story introduces the subject of memory loss. A group of three boys, together with a newly arrived Polish girl, discover that an old lady in a care home has flown aeroplanes during the war. Their interest, together with their access to the internet, bring the old lady's memories flooding back - with a delightful outcome. The book is honest about the challenges that memory loss can pose, with ups and downs in the story. The relationships between the young people are complicated at times, but ultimately this is a tale of developing appreciation and friendship between people of the same and of very different generations.