Five Have a Mystery to Solve

‘The nicest word in the English language is holidays!’ said Dick, helping himself to a large spoonful of marmalade. ‘Pass the toast, Anne. Mother, do you feel down-hearted to have us all tearing about the place again?’‘Of course not,’ said his mother. ‘The only thing that really worries me when holidays come, is Food—Food with a capital F. We never seem to have enough in the house when all three of you are back. And by the way—does anyone know what has happened to the sausages that were in the larder?’‘Sausages—sausages—let me think!’ said Julian, frowning. Anne gave a sudden giggle. She knew quite well what had happened.