So there goes Tinker, with Mischief on his shoulder, to find his father, down the hall — up the stairs — along the landing — into his father’s bedroom… r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r! Tinker, you sound like a motor-scooter going up a steep hill! PARP -PARP! Don’t hoot like that, you’ll make your father so angry that he won’t listen to a word you say!

But the Professor did listen — and soon Jenny heard him telephoning the police. They’re coming straight away, and that means that Mr Wooh the Magician is in for a most unpleasant time, and his magic won’t help him at all! He’ll have to give back the papers that he made Charlie steal — and plenty of other things, too! There he is, marooned on the island, quite unable to escape, waiting fearfully with his companion, for the police!

“Another adventure over!” said George, with a regretful sigh. “And a jolly exciting one too! I’m glad you solved the mystery, Tinker — it was clever of you to find the little tower room clock. I bet Mr Wooh wouldn’t have let Charlie keep it, if he’d known he’d taken it from the tower room! Poor old Charlie the Chimp!”

“I’m just wondering if Dad would let me keep Charlie here, while Mr Wooh is in prison,” began Tinker, and stopped as Jenny gave a horrified shriek.

“Tinker! If you so much as mention that idea to your father, I’ll walk straight out of this house and NEVER COME BACK!” said Jenny. “That chimp would be in my kitchen all day long — oh yes, he would — and things would be disappearing out of my larder, and my cupboards, and my drawers, and he’d dance up and down and scream at me if I so much as said a word, and…”

“All right, dear, dear Jenny, I won’t ask for Charlie, honest I won’t,” said Tinker. “I do love you a bit more than I’d love a chimp — but think what a companion he would be for Mischief!”

“I’m not thinking anything of the sort!” said Jenny. “And what about you taking a bit of notice of that monkey of yours — bless us all if he hasn’t helped himself to half that jar of jam — just look at his sticky face! Oh, what a week this has been, what with chimps and monkeys and children and robberies, and George disappearing, and all!”

“Dear old Jenny,” said George, laughing as she went off into the kitchen. “What an exciting time we’ve had! I really did enjoy every minute of it!”

So did we, George. Good-bye — and take care of yourselves, Five. Good luck!

THE END

ENID BLYTON (London, United Kingdom, 11th August 1897 — London, 28th November 1968). Enid Mary Blyton was born on 11th August 1897 at 354 Lordship Lane, a two-bedroom flat above a shop in East Dulwich, South London. Shortly after her birth her parents moved to Beckenham in Kent and it was there, in a number of different houses over the years, that Enid Blyton spent her childhood. She had two younger brothers — Hanly, born in 1899, and Carey, born in 1902.