Paddington’s Finest Hour. Michael Bond
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Название: Paddington’s Finest Hour
Автор: Michael Bond
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Природа и животные
isbn: 9780008226213
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“Intent to do what?” asked Mr Brown.
“That,” said the policeman, “is what we must look into.”
“Have you seen the state of this gentleman’s nearside front tyre?” asked the second policeman. “A good kick is all it needs.”
“That’s the one who checks the car,” whispered Jonathan in the back seat.
The words were hardly out of his mouth before the officer stepped back and by way of proof, drew his right leg back and administered a hefty kick.
There was a hiss of escaping air and the Browns’ car slowly tilted over to one side carrying its occupants with it.
Jonathan nudged Judy. “See what I mean,” he said.
“Awesome!” she exclaimed.
“Thanks a heap,” said Mr Brown.
“Shh, Henry.” Mrs Brown struck a warning note. “Why don’t you try counting up to ten?”
“I don’t envy you changing your spare wheel in this weather, sir,” said the first policeman sympathetically.
“Fortunately that doesn’t arise,” said Mr Brown. “I haven’t got one with me.”
“Ah!” The policeman licked the business end of his pencil. “Travelling without a spare wheel? Oh, dear me, sir!”
“It so happens I’m not travelling anywhere,” said Mr Brown.
“You’re right there,” said the second policeman. “Wait till the Superintendent back at the station hears about this. You will be able to produce the relevant documents, of course. Driving licence. Insurance. Three yearly roadworthiness certificate, otherwise …”
“You don’t know our Superintendent,” said Mr Brown. “I’ve played golf with him. He even shouts at the ball if it doesn’t go into the hole cleanly. I hardly think he’s going to laugh his head off when he hears how you kicked my front tyre with such a force all the air came out. I draw the line about using the word ‘vandalism’, but I wouldn’t like to be in your shoes.”
The group fell silent for a moment or two and then sprang into life as a familiar figure carrying a rolled umbrella came into view.
“Everybody out,” said the policeman. “And that’s an order. This is the one we want to question. He gave us the slip back at the postbox and it’s not going to happen a second time.”
And without further ado the two policemen occupied the front of the car, and seeing Jonathan and Judy alighting from the back, Paddington assumed they were making room for him and made for his old seat.
“Don’t open the umbrella whatever you do, Paddington,” called Mrs Brown. “It’s unlucky to open one indoors,” she added for the benefit of the others. “I imagine the same thing applies to a car.”
But she was too late. Paddington had already pressed the catch in the handle and as the folds of the umbrella unfurled, so water cascaded over the other occupants.
“If you ask me,” said the first policeman, when the fuss died down. “It’s a case of even-stevens. Bob’s your uncle, Mr Brown!”
“I didn’t know you had an Uncle Bob, Mr Brown,” said Paddington, as he struggled with the catch on the umbrella. “Is he coming to stay? I’ll be as quick as I can.”
“Shh!” hissed Judy. “He hasn’t. And no one is coming to stay.”
Meanwhile the second policeman reached a decision. “In the circumstances I’ll stretch a point and call for a tow truck on my mobile,” he said brusquely. “Wait here.”
“We can hardly do anything else,” said Mr Brown.
“Neither can I,” said the policeman, gritting his teeth.
It was much later that day before the Browns eventually arrived back home. It had stopped raining and Mrs Bird was waiting anxiously by the front door of number thirty-two Windsor Gardens.
“Whatever kept you?” she asked.
“It’s a long story,” said Mrs Brown.
“Has it got anything to do with bears?” asked Mrs Bird.
The Browns stared at her. It really was uncanny the way her mind worked. Nothing got past her eagle eyes.
“It seems it was at its worst in this particular area,” continued Mrs Bird. She turned to Paddington. “Talking of which, what have you been doing to your duffle coat? It looks as though it’s been to the cleaners.”
“Thereby hangs a tale,” said Mr Brown.
“One we are doing our best to forget,” said Mrs Brown.
“News travels fast in this day and age,” said Mrs Bird. “It’s in the evening paper, and it’s been on the radio. I daresay you remember those storms we had a while back when everything got covered with a film of dust and it turned out a lot of it came from the Sahara desert? Well, this time it’s bears. Apparently it’s been raining bears from Darkest Peru.
“There’s a rumour going around that it may have something to do with the traders in the Portobello Market drumming up publicity for their carnival which has been a bit of a washout with all the rain we’ve had, and I was wondering if it was nearer home than that …”
“Have they got any photographs?” asked Jonathan.
“I haven’t seen any so far,” said Mrs Bird.
“Nor will you,” said Judy. “Bears may come and bears may go, but there’s only one Paddington,” she added loyally. “Even he can’t be in two places at once. If you ask me, someone, somewhere, is putting two and two together, and making a great deal too much of it.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” said Mrs Bird. “Mark my words, it will be another nine days’ wonder. I think Paddington had better keep out of the way for the time being.”
With that, she set about getting the supper ready, and it wasn’t until later that evening that Mr Brown remembered the promised award of a ‘little something’ for Paddington posting his letter to the Income Tax Office.
He had already gone up to his room by then and Mr Brown followed him upstairs, only to find him sitting up in bed wearing a long white beard from his disguise outfit.
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