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The Famous Five: The Final Adventure.
A Tribute to Enid Blyton.

Chapter 19.
Timmy Takes Control.

"Hey! It's Timmy," exclaimed Dick, regaining his balance. "Where did you pop up from? Is George and Anne about?" he added, scanning the crowd for their familiar faces.
   "Woof, woof," barked Timmy, on hearing George's name mentioned.
   At that moment Julian came over. "Hi Timmy," he said, "I didn't expect to see you here. Where's George?"
   "Woof, woof," barked Timmy, again.
   Ignoring Timmy for the moment, Julian turned to Dick and explained the reasons for the roadblock. "It looks like it will take us at least an hour to reach the Police," he said, forlornly. "I don't feel like barging my way to the front of this crowd, they all seem pretty angry to me."
   By this time Timmy was becoming impatient. It became obvious to him that he would have to take control. At times like this, especially when his beloved George was in danger, Timmy could perform amazing feats that defy all logic. He understood that Julian and Dick would have trouble pushing their way through the crowd. There had to be another way out. Timmy ran ten yards down the street in the opposite direction from the roadblock, turned and barked loudly at Julian and Dick.
   "I think he wants us to follow him," said Dick.
   When Timmy was sure they were following him, he darted into a little alleyway, that one could quite easily pass without realising it was there. The alley was very narrow. In fact Julian and Dick had to turn sideways when a drainpipe was encountered. And very dark, but since the boys each had a torch, this presented no problem. Timmy found another little alleyway, going off to the left. He gave a short bark to let the boys know where he was, before venturing further. This alleyway was much the same as the last, except it had a few tricky little doglegs that had to be negotiated.
   "I can see a faint light ahead," said Julian, after a while.
   The alleyway opened out into a small red bricked courtyard with an old-fashioned gas street lamp at its centre. Positioned around the lamp were various tables, some still supporting dirty crockery and tumblers, waiting to be cleared away.
   Timmy ran straight up to a closed door in the corner of the courtyard and stood barking, looking round for help.
   "Timmy, if you would move out of the way for a second, I will attempt to open the door," cried Julian.
   Beyond the door was a passage, which led to what looked like an hotel reception. Timmy ran straight through, heading for the main exit, quickly followed by Julian and Dick.
   A porter, startled by the sudden intrusion, shouted out, "Oi! Where do you think you're going," and "don't you know dogs aren't allowed in 'ere."
   Without altering his stride, Dick shouted back. "Can't stop to chat. We're in a hurry."
   The three found themselves, once again, in Cannon Street, but now the other side of the roadblock. Timmy was in no mood for dallying. He was off like a shot, leading Julian and Dick through many unfamiliar streets.
   "Hold on Timmy," panted Dick. "I'm having trouble keeping up."
   But Timmy paid no heed. If anything his pace increased. He led the two boys, with unerring accuracy, to the large wrought iron gate in the quiet street at the rear of Westminster Abbey.
   Julian and Dick clung to the black iron railings, gasping for breath.    "I did not realise I was so unfit," wheezed Julian.
   "Me too," agreed Dick. "That was far worse than a full eighty minutes of rugby."
   The two boys' complaints were totally lost on Timmy. He grabbed hold of Dick's sleeve with his mouth and tugged him towards the large gate. Dick had no choice but to unlatch the gate and push it open. Timmy rushed straight into The Abbey grounds. Julian and Dick were totally baffled.
   "What do you make of this, Dick?" asked a confused Julian.
   "I have no idea," replied Dick, following Julian through the gateway.
   Timmy was standing by the large tomb of Sir Harry Hotspur, whining at something lying on the ground.
   "By Jove, it's either Anne or George's torch," remarked Julian, picking up the object at Timmy's feet and turning it over in his hand. "What on earth were they doing here and where are they now?"
   Timmy leapt onto the tomb and began worrying at Sir Harry's spurred foot with his paw. Dick shone his torch up to see what was bothering him. In his frustration, Timmy attempted to turn the cast bronze heel with his mouth.
   "What is it, Timmy?" asked Dick. "Do you want me to turn this heel?"
   "Woof," barked Timmy, eagerly. "Woof, woof, woof."
   "My goodness, he's right!" shouted Dick. "Timmy is right, this heel does turn."
   As quick as a flash, Timmy leapt forward and thrust down hard on the spur with his front paws, jumped off the tomb, stood on his hind legs and pushed the engraved stone slab open, revealing the steps leading down to the underground passage.
   "Come and have a look at this! Dick," exclaimed Julian, shining his torch into the opening.
   Both boys stared with incredulous eyes.
   "A secret passage!" said Dick. "Shall we see where it leads?"
   The two boys cautiously descended the steps.
   "This is not like the roughly hewn tunnel under Tower Hill," remarked Julian, shining his torch along the passage.
   Stone flagging lined the floor and walls and the curved roof was ornately tiled. Every ten yards, alternating from side to side, hung elegant torches. Scorch marks on the ceiling bore witness to the torches having been lit in bygone days. On closer examination, Dick noticed that each torch, a wooded stem surmounted by a blackened metal basket, could be unhooked from it's bracket and carried by hand.
   The trio pressed on down the secret passage, until they were confronted by a seemingly dead end.
   "There is a metal handle to your left," whispered Dick.
   Julian pulled down on the handle and tried pushing sideways. A section of the wall quietly slid to one side. Men's voices could be clearly heard from the hall beyond.
   The boys, with Timmy at heel, stepped through the opening and crept stealthily up behind a stone pillar. From this vantage point, Julian and Dick could clearly see three men gathered around a table, each holding a filled glass, celebrating their recent success. On the table were two bottles of opened champagne and a magnificent jewelled crown bathed in the light of a lamp. Behind the group was a solid wooden door, slightly ajar, the light from the room beyond spilling out into the hall.
   "Would you care to join us for a drink, Sir?" called out Peregrine Turner, raising his glass in a flamboyant gesture.
   "Not just yet," came back the reply from inside the room. "I am just finishing off the speech I will be making in The Commons tomorrow. It says, and I quote, 'we are doing our utmost to recover the stolen jewels and apprehend all those concerned' unquote."
   "As long as you don't try too hard, Sir," shouted back West.
   This remark caused the four men to break out into uncontrolled laughter.
   "If only we had some weapons," whispered Julian.
   "Your wish is my command," grinned Dick. "Follow me."
   With this, he went back into the secret passage and unhooked two of the torches from the wall, handing one to Julian. "Voila."
   "Wow, this is perfect," announced Julian, practicing a swing with his newly acquired weapon. "Right, this is what we will do," said Julian, taking on a deadly serious manner. "We will rush them, making as much noise as possible. You take the left hand side, Dick. Your first priority must be to smash the lamp. In the darkness there is only one place for them to run and that is into the room behind. Once in there, we slam the door shut, slide the bolts home and 'Bob's your uncle'."
   "You make it sound so simple," teased Dick. "But I have no better idea, so let's give it a bash shall we."
   Back once again in the hall, hidden behind the pillar, the boys could see the three men still celebrating.
   "Are you ready, Dick," whispered Julian. "One, two, three...GO!"
   Julian and Dick leapt from each side of the pillar, issuing blood-curdling screams, both wielding a club above their heads. Timmy, glad of some action, eagerly joined in. He sprang forward, growling fiercely.
   The three warriors rushed at the surprised men, still toasting with champagne. Dick's first swing with his makeshift weapon caught the lamp smack in the middle, hurling it into the air and plunged the hall into darkness. Julian's club hit Peregrine Turner hard on the shoulder, sending him sprawling.
   Timmy had a score to settle with the big man Johnson. He lunged at him biting the top of his leg. "How dare he pick up my beloved George by the scruff of the neck!"
   Johnson's hand came down to grab Timmy, but this time Timmy was too fast. He spun round, twisting like an eel, sinking his teeth into Johnson's hand. "How dare you push Anne roughly down those steps!"
   The big man yelled with pain. He must escape from this fierce beast. "Someone call this dog off," he screamed, stumbling towards the half open door, with Timmy nipping at his heels.
   David West needed no such persuasion. He was first inside the sanctuary of the room, fleeing these wild banshee devils attacking from out of the darkness.
   Turner followed the other two as fast as he could, scrabbling on all fours. As soon as the three men, four if we count the stunned Peter Brooke still seated at his desk, were safely inside the room, David West pushed the door shut with a bang and held on for dear life. He was determined to keep these demons at bay.
   Julian and Dick, seizing the opportunity, dropped their clubs and fumbled with the bolts to secure the door. This, in the total darkness, proved more difficult than they had anticipated but when both bolts were finally home, the two boys grabbed each other by the shoulders and danced around and around in jubilation.
   "We did it! We did it!" they both shouted. "We actually did it!"
   Timmy, where was he? He had found the room where his beloved George was being held prisoner, together with Anne, Vivien and Professor Dandashi. He began barking loudly.
   "Timmy, is that you Timmy?" George's muffled voice could be heard calling.
   Julian and Dick immediately broke off their celebrations and, with torches switched on, made their way over to where Timmy was yelping with excitement.
   "Who is in there?" shouted out Julian.
   "Oh Julian, thank goodness it is you!" cried out Anne. "It is me, Anne, with George, Vivien and Professor Dandashi."
   Julian quickly unbolted the door and swung it open.
   Timmy rushed straight over to George, who was sitting on one of the beds and jumped up beside her.
   George put her arms around him and buried her face in his neck. "Oh Timmy, it is so lovely to have you back," she murmured, her tears thankfully being soaked up by Timmy's soft fur. George prided herself on never crying, but these were tears of joy, not sadness.
   Julian and Dick cuddled Anne and Vivien in turn and shook hands with Professor Dandashi.
   After the emotional reunion, they all sat down and, by the eerie yellow light from the lamp on the table, each related their own particular tale.
   Vivien first told Julian and Dick of her frightening kidnap.
   Professor Dandashi then explained how he was blackmailed into stealing the laser.
   Anne followed with her and George's incredible experiences.
   "How is your head now?" asked a concerned Julian.
   "Oh! I'm OK now, thanks Julian," replied George. "I was out cold for about twenty minutes. I still have a bit of a headache but that seems to be disappearing fast," she added, giving Timmy another squeeze. As long as she had Timmy by her side, nothing else seemed to matter.
   Julian and Dick were pressed by the other four to tell their story. The two boys did so with great enthusiasm, interrupting each other if one omitted any major detail.
   "The Crown Jewels!" gasped their audience, simultaneously, when it became evident what the gang were after.
   "We have been racking our brains to think what those crooks were up to," broke in Professor Dandashi, "but we would never have thought of that."
   Everyone clapped with glee when Julian and Dick told of how they and Timmy had attacked the men and locked them in the room further down the hall.
   "Timmy is a very special dog, George," said Vivien, getting up and sitting next to Timmy, ruffling his fur.
   "Special!" exclaimed George. "Timmy is the bestest, cleverest dog in the whole world, aren't you Tim?"
   "Woof," replied Timmy. "You're always right George."

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