Chapter 17 Chapter Sixteen Sending Greetings

The car had reached Linden Avenue.At this moment Emil knocked three times on the pane.The car stopped. Emil asked, "Mr. Driver, are we arriving soon?" "Yes," said the driver. "I'm sorry to trouble you," said Emile, "I have to go to the Kaiserstrasse first. To the Café Josti. Because the flowers I brought to grandma are still there, and the box is also there." there. Excuse me, can I? " "Excuse me? It's just that the money I've been given is not enough. Do you have any money?" "Mr. Driver, I have money. I must get the flowers back."

"Fine then," said the driver.After speaking, he drove the car, turned left, passed through the Brandenburg Gate, walked along the tree-lined zoo, and drove towards Nollendorf Square.Emil felt that everything was all right now, and the driver seemed to be much better-minded and more amiable.But just to be careful, he reached into his breast pocket and felt.The money is still there. Then they drove on Motz Street again, went to the other end of the street, turned right, and stopped in front of Josty's Cafe. Emil got out of the car and went to the counter to ask the waitress to hand him the box and the flowers.After he got the things and thanked the waiter, he got into the car again and said, "Okay, Mr. Driver, let's go back to grandma's house!"

They turned around and drove a long way back, across the Spree, through very old streets lined with gray houses.Emil really wanted to take a closer look at the place.But like a demon, the box keeps falling down.It had just stood still for a few minutes, when the wind blew again and the white paper wrapping the flowers rustled, and the paper was torn.Emile had to be careful not to let the flowers blow away. At this time, the driver braked and the car stopped.15 Schuman Street is here. "Hi, here we are," Emil said, getting out of the car. "Shall I give you more money?"

"No. I'll give you thirty pfennigs instead." "Absolutely not!" Emile exclaimed. "Go and buy some cigars!" "Good boy, I chew tobacco, not cigars," the driver said and drove off. At this moment Emil went up to the fourth floor and rang the bell on the door of Heim's house.There was a loud shout from inside the door. Then the door opened.Grandma stood there, grabbed Emil, kissed his left cheek, patted his right cheek, pulled him into the house by pulling his hair, and said loudly: "Oh , you bad boy! Oh, you bad boy!" "I hear you've done a nice job," said Aunt Marta cheerfully, shaking his hand.

Bonnie, wearing her mother's apron, elbowed the Emil and screamed, "Be careful! My hands are wet. I'm washing the dishes. We poor women!" At this moment, they all went into the room.Everyone sat Emil on the sofa.Grandmother and Aunt Martha watched him carefully as if he were a very precious painting by Titian. "Did you get the money?" Bonnie asked. "Of course!" said Emil, taking three bills out of his pocket, handing the one hundred and twenty marks to his grandmother, and saying: "Grandma, here is money for you. Mother greets you. Don't you Angry, she didn’t send you any money in the first few months because the business was not so good. So this time I will give you more than usual Great painter of the school.

Some money. " "Thank you, my dear boy," replied the old lady, giving him back the twenty marks, saying: "Grandmother gave it to you! Because you are a good little detective." "No, I don't want it. I still have twenty marks from my mother in my pocket." "Emile, listen to grandma. Quick, pack it up!" "No, I don't want the money." "You!" said Bonnie loudly. "I don't need to be told twice!" "No, I don't want to." "Either you took the money, or you made me arthritic," Grandma said.

"Quick, take the money!" said Aunt Marta, and stuffed the money into his pocket. "Well, it's up to you," said Emil, not feeling very happy. "Thank you grandma." "I have to thank you, I have to thank you," replied my grandmother, stroking Emil's hair with her hands. Then Emil handed the bouquet to grandma.Bonnie brought over a vase.But when people open the flowers, they really don't know whether to cry or laugh. "It's almost a dried vegetable!" said Bonnie. "The flowers haven't had water since yesterday afternoon," Emile explained sadly. "What's so strange about it. The flowers were still fresh yesterday when my mother and I bought them from Stamm's."

"I believe, I believe," said grandma, and put the wilted flowers into the water. "Perhaps the flower will straighten up again," said Aunt Marta reassuringly. "Let's have lunch now. Uncle won't be home until evening. Bonnie, set the table!" "Yes!" said the little girl, "Emil, guess what?" "Can not guess." "What's your favorite food?" "Macaroni with ham." "That's right. You know what to eat this time!" Emil had eaten macaroni and ham the day before.However, people can’t get tired of eating the things they love every day. This is the first; second, Emil feels that at least a week has passed since the last lunch with his mother in Xincheng.So he chomped down on the macaroni, as if he were punching Grond-Miller-Kiesling.

After dinner, Emile and Bonnie went out into the street for a while, because Emile wanted to try Bonnie's little nickel-plated bicycle.Grandma is lying on the sofa.Aunt Marta was baking apple pie on the stove.Her apple pie is a favorite of the whole family. The Emile was riding on the Rue Schuman.Bonnie ran after him, clutching at the seat as hard as she could, and she figured it had to be, or else her cousin would have fallen.After a while, Emil had to get down; Bonnie rode up, turning in a circle in front of him for a while, riding a "3" for a while, and riding a "8" for a while.

At this time, a policeman with a leather bag came towards them and asked, "Son, do the Haims live in No. 15?" "Yes," said Bonnie, "that's our house. Please wait a moment, Mr. Major." She locked the bicycle in the basement. "What's wrong?" Emil asked.He was still thinking about that damned Naschke. "On the contrary. Are you Emil the pupil, Tischbein?" "yes." "Okay, you can have a good time celebrating!" "Whose birthday is it?" Bonnie asked when he came back. The sheriff went upstairs without saying anything.Aunt Marta led him into the house.Grandma woke up, and she sat up curious.Emil and Bonnie stood by, nervous.

"The thing is," said the sheriff, opening the briefcase. "The thief Emil Tischbein, the schoolboy, caught this morning is the same bank robber he has been hunting for for four weeks from Hannover. The robber stole a large sum of money, our technical appraisal department confirmed. He was guilty. He also pleaded guilty. Most of the money has been recovered, and he sewed it in the lining of his clothes. It was all in notes of one thousand marks." "Oh, I never heard of it!" said Bonnie. The Inspector went on: "Fourteen days ago there was a reward from the bank for whoever caught this guy. Because of you," he said, turning to the Emil, "you caught this guy, so you The money is well deserved. Mr. Constable Constable sends you his regards. He considers it a pleasure to reward your talents in this way." Emil bowed. The sheriff took a wad of bills from his purse, counted them, and put them on the table.Aunt Marta watched carefully, and when he had finished counting, she whispered, "A thousand marks!" "Ouch!" said Bonnie loudly. "It's amazing." Grandma wrote a receipt.The sheriff left.Before he left, Aunt Marta brought him a large glass of kirsch from his uncle's cupboard. Emile sat beside her grandmother, unable to speak a word.The old lady put her arms around Emil, shook her head and said, "I can't believe it, I can't believe it." Bonnie climbed onto a chair and beat time with his hands like there was a band in the room, singing, "Now we, now we're asking the other boys for coffee!" "Yes," said the Emil, "we are invited. But first of all... now... I don't know what you think... my mother will be able to come to Berlin..."