The Riddle of the Frozen Phantom. Margaret Mahy
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Название: The Riddle of the Frozen Phantom

Автор: Margaret Mahy

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Природа и животные

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isbn: 9780007406876

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      The Riddle of the Frozen Phantom

       Margaret Mahy

      Illustrated by Chris Mould

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       12. Wicked Plans in Black Planes

       13. Getting There

       14. A Skiddoo is Stolen

       15. Off and Away at Last

       16. A Ghost with Problems

       17. The End of the Road

       18. Up in the Air

       19. Ghostly Horror

       20. Penguins and Ghosts

       21. Whoops!

       22. Smotheration by Snow

       23. The Captain Waits

       24. Sophie Believes the Pendant

       25. Who Goes Next?

       26. The Riddle at Last

       27. Villains Can’t Trust Other Villains

       28. The Logbook at Last

       29. Antarctic Wishes

       Keep Reading

       Also by the Author

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       CHAPTER 1 At the Very Back of the Drawer

      Suddenly, something clonked softly at the back of the empty drawer.

      Sophie Sapwood, sitting in a sea of old photographs, stopped listening to her brothers who were outside, shouting and whistling as they bounced on the family trampoline. She tuned in to the back of the drawer instead.

      She had been planning to go out to the trampoline herself, just to show both brothers the best way to turn somersaults in the air. After all, she had already found what she had been searching for – photographs of their dead mother which she had studied carefully. There was nothing left to look for. The drawer was completely empty.

      But it wasn’t! It couldn’t be! Somewhere at the very back of the drawer, somewhere behind that first empty openness, something had clonked softly Sophie tugged at the drawer, trying to pull it right out, but it remained obstinately jammed halfway. Reaching in once more, her searching fingers spidered left, then spidered right. Nothing! But then, by flattening her arm, Sophie managed to reach just a little further and her fingertips brushed something smooth. Whatever it was was also icy cold, which was unexpected on such a warm morning. After all, here in New Zealand it was nearly midsummer – nearly Christmas.

      The night before, Sophie had dreamed about her mother. She had woken and lain in bed for a few minutes without actually opening her eyes while she tried to work out if her mother had really looked like the mother in the dream. СКАЧАТЬ