Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Badger's Experience

The moment is too late, the voice may have been heard downstairs. "Quick, Badger, you fool!" said Bobby. "Take off one of my boots! Don't bother! Pull it off. Throw it in the middle of the room and crawl under the bed! Quick, I tell you!" There was a sound of footsteps going upstairs.The key turns in the lock. Nicholson - the fake Nicholson, standing in the doorway with a candle in his hand. He had only seen Bobby and Frankie when he left, but now there was a large heap of broken glass in the center of the floor, with a boot in it. Nicholson stared at the boots in wonder, and then at Bobby for a moment.Bobby had no boot on his left foot.

"Brilliant, my young friend," he said dryly, "amazing acrobatics." He walked over to Bobby, checked the binding rope, tied two more knots, and stared at Bobby strangely. "You want me to see how you managed to throw your boot through space? It's incredible. You have skill, my friend." He looked at them both, looked up at the skylight, and left the room with a shrug. "Quick, Badger." Badger crawled out from under the bed. He had a pocket knife and quickly cut the ropes on both of them. "That's all right," said Bobby, stretching himself. "Ouch! I'm all stiff! Come on, Frankie, how's our friend Nicholson?"

"You're right," said Frankie, "it's Roger Bassington-French. Now that I know he's Roger Nicholson, I can tell, but the acting Still pretty masterful." "Exactly the same voice, the exact same pince-nez," said Bobby. "I had a classmate at Oxford called B... B... Bassington-French," said Badger. Bad...bad guy. Forged his father...father's signature...signature on the check, bad thing, old man...boss...boss covered it up." The same thought arose in both Bobby and Frankie: their opinion of Badger was sensible.Living up to their trust, Badger can always provide them with valuable information!

"Forgery?" said Frankie thoughtfully. "The letter that came, Bobby, was written in your handwriting too much. I don't see how he knows your handwriting?" "If he's close to the Caymans, he's probably seen my letter about Evans." Badger's voice sounded pitifully. "I... I... what do we do next?" he asked. "We'll take a comfortable place behind the door," said Bobby, "and when our friend returns, I don't think it will be soon, you and I will throw him from behind and catch him off guard." .How about it, Badger? Are you playing?"

"Oh! Of course I want to play!" "As for you, Frankie, you'd better get back in your chair when you hear footsteps. He'll see you when he comes in, and he'll come in unsuspecting." "Okay," said Frankie, "once you and Badger knock him down, I'll get in and bite his ankles and all." "That's pure femininity," said Bobby appreciatively. "Now, let's sit a little closer on the floor here and talk about all that happened. I want to know what miracle made you fall out of the skylight." "Well, that's it," Badger said, "after I kicked you off... I got into a little... trouble."

He paused for a moment, and the story went on in staccato: debtors, creditors, and bailiffs, things that represented Badger's disaster.Bobby left without an address, but said he was driving the Bentley to Steverley, so Badger went to Steverley. "I thought also... maybe you would... lend me five... five... pounds," he explained. Bobby felt very sorry.In order to help Badger run a car dealership, he came to London, and suddenly left his duties and went to work as a detective with Frankie.Even so, the faithful Badger never said a word of reproach. Badger had no wish at all to jeopardize Bobby's mysterious career, but he was of the opinion that a green Bentley wouldn't be hard to find in a place the size of Steverley.

In fact, he ran into the car just before he reached Staveley, because it was parked outside a small hotel without anyone in it. "So... so I thought," Badger went on, "I'm going to give you a little...surprise. There's some carpet and stuff in the back of the car. No one's around, and I'm going to get in... in the car , Pull... pull the car blanket to cover your body, I thought I would scare... scare you." What actually happened was that a driver in a green driver's uniform came out of the small hotel.Badger peered in from his hiding place and was startled to see that the driver was not Bobby.He thought the face was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't be sure who it was.The stranger got into the car and drove away.

Badger was in a bind.He didn't know what to do next.It's hard to explain, to apologize, and anyway, to explain to a guy who drives his car at sixty miles an hour.Badger decided to lie down and sneak out when the car stopped. The car finally arrived at its destination - Tudor Villa.The driver pulled into the garage and left, but he closed the garage door.Badger became a prisoner.There was a small window on one side of the garage.About half an hour later, through the small window, Badger noticed Frankie approaching the house, singing like a bird, and finally entering the house. This made Badger very puzzled.He began to wonder what was wrong.Regardless, he was determined to find out what was going on around him.

Relying on the tools placed in the garage, he unlocked the garage door and conducted a search.The windows on the ground floor were all shut, but he thought he might be able to see into the upstairs windows if he climbed to the roof.Getting on the roof is not difficult at all.It is very easy to climb on the roof of the garage along a pipe near the garage, and then climb from the roof of the garage to the roof of the villa.During the crawl, Badger hit the skylight, and naturally, Badger's weight did what happened next. Bobby took a long breath when Badger finished. "Anyway," he exclaimed, "you're a miracle, a unique, wonderful miracle! But it's because of you, Badger, my man, or Frankie and I will be little boys in an hour or so." Small corpse."

Bobby gave Badger a brief account of his encounter with Frankie.When he was about to finish speaking, he suddenly stopped. "Someone's coming. Get to your place, Frankie. Well, here's where our theatrical Bassington-French was raided in his lifetime." Frankie sat in the broken chair with an air of despair.Badger and Bobby stood behind the door. The sound of footsteps going up the stairs approached, and a ray of candlelight came in through the crack in the door.The key was inserted into the lock and turned, and the door opened.By candlelight, Frankie sat dejectedly in a chair.Their warden walked in the door.

Just then Badger and Bobby swooped out. The process of subduing the man was short and decisive.The man panicked and was knocked to the ground.The candle flew far away, and Frankie went to lift it up.After a while the three friends stood there, looking down with glee at the man who was fastened with the same rope that bound them. "Good evening, Mr. Bassington-French," said Bobby, and who could blame him if there was a touch of rudeness in his triumphant tone? "It was a beautiful night for a funeral."

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