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This is the third book in the Eye Spy series about Alex and Donna Macintyre and their detective service, Eye Spy Investigations.Alex is afraid of snakes, so when his sister Donna befriends Jake, an Australian boy with a pet snake called Queenie, he isn't happy. Jake is staying with the O'Connor family at Acacia Villa, once the home of Victorian artist, Gabriel Pascoe. When the artist's great grandson, Fred Pascoe, tells the twins how Gabriel Pascoe's most famous painting, Lady in Red, went missing seventy years ago, they volunteer to try and find out what happened to it.While their father, an inventor, is preparing for the official launch of his most successful invention, a search and rescue robot, Alex and Donna pursue their search for the missing masterpiece. Then Acacia Villa itself is threatened with demolition. It looks as if their new friends will lose their home, and Holcombe Bay will lose an important historic building. They suspect that Mr Mortimer, the man who wants to demolish Acacia Villa, may know the true location of Lady in Red. But he is a friend of the twins' mother, and the godfather of their baby half-sister, Sophie. Criticising him could open up family rifts, which have only recently healed.Then Queenie the snake goes missing, and a train of events is set in motion which leads the twins and their new friends into terrible danger. Help comes from an unexpected quarter, but will it arrive too late? Can Alex overcome his fear of snakes? And will the twins ever be able to return Lady in Red to its rightful owner?

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Publié par	Troubador Publishing Ltd
Date de parution	28 octobre 2019
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781838597238
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	2 Mo

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Tessa Buckley studied Interior Design at Chelsea College of Art. She worked in architecture and design in London until 1989, when she was forced to give up her career after developing multiple sclerosis. She then decided to fulfil a long-held ambition to become a writer. As well as writing books about health and nutrition, and articles about family history, she now writes children’s novels. Lady in Red is the third book in the Eye Spy series of mystery stories for middle grade readers. She lives in a seaside town in Essex, which inspired the setting for the Eye Spy novels.

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Also by Tessa Buckley
Eye Spy
‘I thoroughly enjoyed this contemporary adventure story’.
Jill Murphy, The Book Bag
‘A fast-paced, exciting whodunit. A Red Ribbon winner.’
The Wishing Shelf Book Awards 2016.
‘Fast-paced and action-packed from the start.’
Jodie Cook, Book blogger.
Eye Spy 2 – Haunted
‘A fun read, with relatable central characters and a great and varied background cast.’
Jill Murphy, The Book Bag
‘A creep-fest of a mystery! A finalist, and highly recommended.’
The Wishing Shelf Book Awards 2018.
‘A real page-turner.’
Daisy Bourne, author of The Tales of Avalon series.

Copyright © 2019 Tessa Buckley

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Contents
1
The Snake Boy
2
Lady in Red
3
The Invitation
4
At the Town Hall
5
Exploring
6
The Old Curiosity Shop
7
Mrs Trevelyan
8
The Christening
9
Mr Mortimer
10
Bad Things Start to Happen
11
The Barbecue
12
Miles Surprises Everyone
13
A Race Against Time
14
Holcombe FM
15
Meeting Sophie
16
Confrontation
17
Outwitted
18
An Unexpected Ally
19
Disappearing Act
20
Disaster
21
Trapped
22
Hamish to the Rescue
23
The Interrogation
24
The Genuine Article?
25
Goodbye, Snake Boy
26
The Best Thing of All

A Note from the Author
1
The Snake Boy
It was the last day of term, and the atmosphere in the classroom was manic as we waited for our Biology teacher to show up. I was expecting a quiz, or maybe a natural history film. What I wasn’t expecting was a boy with a snake.
When the door opened, it wasn’t our Biology teacher who came in, but Mr Bull, the Headteacher. Following behind him was a tall, suntanned boy of about my own age. He was carrying a large, clear plastic box that contained something brightly coloured.
“Good morning, students,” Mr Bull said. “Today, as a treat, you are going to have the chance to learn about and examine a living creature.”
“Woo hoo!” a boy at the back of the class called out.
Mr Bull glared at him. “Any trouble, and you will all lose this unique opportunity!” He continued to glare at us until everybody was silent, then turned to the boy with the box. “This is Jake, who has kindly consented to bring his pet snake into class and to talk to us about the life cycle of these fascinating creatures.”
The minute he mentioned the word ‘snake’, my heart missed a beat, and I felt an uncomfortable sensation in my stomach. I’m not a great fan of snakes. Ever since the day I only just avoided being bitten by an adder hidden in some long grass, I’ve done my best to steer clear of them. Now I was going to have to face my worst fear in front of an entire classroom of kids.
Jake undid the case and gently lifted out the snake. It was long and sinuous, with a pattern of brown and black diamond shapes running down its back. Holding it carefully just behind its head with one hand, and grasping the tail end with the other hand, he draped it around his neck like a huge, multi-coloured necklace. “This is Queenie,” he said. “She’s a North American corn snake.” As all the other kids clustered around the desk trying to get a closer look, he started to talk about the snake’s natural habitat, the food it liked to eat, and its reproductive cycle. I hung around at the back of the group, trying my best to look inconspicuous.
It didn’t work. Mr Bull frowned at me. “Alexander! Pay attention! Come to the front, so you can see what is going on.” I pinned a smile on my face and moved closer to the boy with the snake. He gave me an ironic grin, as if he could sense my fear. I looked away hurriedly, and tried to catch my sister Donna’s eye, but she was so fascinated by the snake that she didn’t notice. As the boy stopped talking, she stuck her hand up. “Please sir, can I touch the snake?”
Jake glanced at Mr Bull, who nodded. Donna moved closer and laid her hand on the scaly body. “Ooh! I thought it would be cold and slimy, but it’s not.”
Lots of other kids wanted to handle the snake. Not me. I was counting the minutes until the lesson ended. At last the bell rang, and Jake put the snake back in her box. As the other kids began to leave the room, Donna hung back, talking to Jake. I left her to it.
She caught up with me in the yard ten minutes later. “That was the best Biology lesson we’ve ever had! Why did you disappear like that?” Before I could reply, she hurried on. “Guess what? He’s invited us round to his home after school so I can have another go at handling Queenie. You can have a go too. Won’t that be great?”
Donna seemed to have forgotten I was afraid of snakes, and I wasn’t going to remind her. “Fine. But we’d better let Nan know where we’re going.”
A few months earlier, when we had been investigating the case of the haunted priory, we hadn’t come home when we were supposed to, and Nan had filed a Missing Persons report with the police. That had got us into no end of trouble, and there was no way I wanted that to happen again. I rather hoped Nan would say ‘No’, so I could avoid the snake, but she just texted HOME BY 6PM, OK?
*
After school had finally broken up, and we had said goodbye to all our friends, we found Jake waiting for us outside the school gates, carrying the box containing his snake. He told us he lived in Acacia Avenue, which was in the old part of town near the harbour. As we started to walk in that direction, Donna asked him, “Why did you call your snake Queenie?”
“Because she moves in a sort of slow, dignified way, like a queen.”
I was more interested in Jake than I was in the snake. I had been trying to identify his accent. Finally, it came to me. “You’re Australian, aren’t you?”
He raised his eyebrows. “Well, aren’t you clever? Yes, I was born in Sydney.”
Donna ignored the sarcasm. “Did you bring Queenie with you from Australia?”
He shook his head. “Dad’s a musician. We had to move around a lot because of his work, so I wasn’t allowed a pet, but he promised I could have a snake when we came over here and found somewhere to live.”
“So how come you moved to Britain?”
“Dad thought he could find more work here than in Australia. Then in London he met Tom, who told him about a really well-paid job on a cruise ship. So now he and Tom are working on the ship, and I’m staying with Tom’s family in Holcombe Bay.”
It didn’t take us long to reach Acacia Avenue, which was full of big o