“Hullo, hullo, hullo,” it said. “Harry!” cried the mother, turning white. “There's someone in the house! I heard a voice!”
“So did I!” the brother said. Matilda jumped up and switched off the telly. “Ssshh!” she said. “Listen!”
They all stopped eating and sat there very tense, listening.
“Hullo, hullo, hullo!” came the voice again. “There it is!” cried the brother. “It's burglars!” hissed the mother.
“They're in the dining-room!” “I think they are,” the father said, sitting tight.
“Then go and catch them, Harry!” hissed the mother. “Go out and collar them red-handed!”
The father didn't move. He seemed in no hurry to dash off and be a hero. His face had turned grey.
“Get on with it!” hissed the mother. “They're probably after the silver!”
The husband wiped his lips nervously with his napkin. “Why don't we all go and look together?” he said.
“Come on, then,” the brother said. “Come on, mum.” “They're definitely in the dining-room,” Matilda whispered. “I'm sure they are.”
The mother grabbed a poker from the fireplace. The father took a golf-club that was standing in the corner.
The brother seized a table-lamp, ripping the plug out of its socket.
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