Barney and the Secret of the French Spies

CHAPTER 2

‘Wait outside!’ I ordered Whiskers. ‘I’m coming back with you.’ I grabbed my hat, shoved a change of clothes into the kangaroo-skin bag Bill had made for me last Christmas, then pulled out the brick from my secret hiding place and slipped my coins into the bag too. I left the note on the table, under the treacle tin, so Bill would know where I’d gone and why. I’d been teaching him and the convict workers to read, just like Mr and Mrs Johnson had taught

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