The Biscuit Tin Mysteries
A chapter book by Jack Trevithick OUT NOW
Three mysteries, one tin. Jory's method — notice, note, test — solves the case of the moved lobster pots, the midnight light, and the thing that wasn't a ghost. Probably wasn't a ghost.
- Three satisfying mini-mysteries
- Gentle seaside suspense
- Encourages careful clue-spotting
The Biscuit Tin Detective Agency opened for business on an upturned fish crate at low tide.
It was a very good crate. It had only two wobbly corners and one suspicious smell, which I decided made it official. Detectives need suspicious smells. Otherwise they are just people sitting on boxes.
I had put the crate beside the harbour wall, where everybody had to pass if they wanted the quay, the boats, Chough’s Bakery, the sail loft, or the best place for dropping crab-lines. Polperran harbour was busy in the mornings. Nets slapped. Ropes creaked. Gulls yelled rude things. The tide had slithered out, leaving green weed shining on the stones and little pools blinking at the sky.
