Ten minutes after shouting at Mary, Colin had been getting some pitiful sleep when there was a rap at his bedroom’s old oak door.
“Come in,” he groaned gasping for air. Mary stumbled in after being pushed by Sophia, the maid of the Family,.
“What are you doing back?” Colin immediately retorted snarling, “I thought I told you to remove your filthy presence.”
“I was in the process until Sophia,” she shot her a evil glare, “Grabbed me and brought me back to apologise to you, you uncouth imbecile.”
“How dare you emit such gum language from your jaw!” he bellowed red as a beetroot, but livid as a hornet. Sophia decided to step between them before it could turn into rough and tumble.
“Children if this does not stop I will have to fetch your father!” she said sternly looking into Colin’s vivid blue eyes, then Marys dark brown both in turn. When this had no apparent effect, she turned to leave. However any adult with brainpower would have realised that it was a bluff. The children didn’t want to be slated which is what they knew would happen if Father found out.
“Sorry Mary,” Colin said reluctantly.
“I’m sorry too but you’re still an imbecile,” Mary replied cheekily. Colin was about to retort, but one look at Mary’s face and then a confirmative nod from Sophia told him she was joking.
Colin suddenly quivering like a mouse dropped back onto his back. Everyone rushed over to him looking petrified, Father however, who happened to be passing, laughed and said,
Great bluff Colin, almost fooled me.” Then he walked away leaving them all slightly bemused.
Knock, Knock, Ding Dong. A man was outside. He had been knocking on the extremely large old pine door, when he realised that there was a bell. The door creaked then there was another knock outside Colin’s door! Sophia opened the door muttering things she might do to the person on the other side of the oak door. However she immediately stopped doing this when she saw that the man was holding an extremely vicious looking cane. It was lined with silver and had a small golden eagle on the top.
“I am Herr Fourberck,” he said his vivid blue eyes, that gave off the wrong impression of his personality, were glinting in the sunlight as the light shone brightly on his pale face.
“Where’s Father?” Colin asked determinedly.
“Shut up or I’ll slate you,” Herr Fourberck roared viciously. The girls stood up against the wall, cowering in fear.
“Stand by that pole,” Fourberck’s deep voice and thick German accent made him appear all the more dangerous. Brandishing his cane, Herr Fourberck continued threatening all of them when Father strode through the door an anxious look etched on his face.
“Children,” Father exclaimed worriedly. “There is a dangerous man in the house!”
“Help us Father,” squealed the children.
“Release my children at once,” Father bellowed in a healthy rage worse than any he’d been in before.
Suddenly, just at the right moment, Father Domovoi, the family priest, oblivious to what was occurring inside the children’s bedrooms arrived at the door to inform their father that dinner was ready.
“GO and fetch the police!” Father told him. “And be quick about it” he added as Father Domovoi sprinted round the corner.
Catching the children’s father off guard, Herr Fourberck lashed out at father with his cane before flipping of the cap and pointing a sharp blade at his throat, but before he could get any further he was rugby tackled by a Welsh policeman.
“Imbecilic peeler,” Fourberck bellowed as he was led away.