Children's Detective Story Series Professor Berkeley and the Smugglers of the Swamp 4

Author: (DE) Colina Hard, (DE) Jens Schumacher
Translator: Yin Xiaokun / Country: Germany/Germany
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Publish Date: 2006-07-10
Features: Berkeley Professor is a famous criminology professor, with a white beard, glasses, and a pipe. He enjoys wearing plaid coats and black round hats, and was once an advisor to Scotland Yard. After retiring, he assists local police in solving cases. His black cat, named Witty, is naturally gifted at detective work and is always by the professor's side. In this book, how many mysteries await you and the professor to unravel: What is someone doing sneaking into the old house in the swamp? Is the Loch Ness Monster photo taken by Makoduff real? Who stole the fine spirits from the whiskey distillery? These or similar questions are the ones that the great detective Berkeley Professor and the black cat Witty track down. So, join this historically unusual detective duo as you stake out the mysterious and dangerous swamp, helping the police solve cases involving theft, burglary, and fraud!
"The Children's Detective Story Series" is a collection of suspenseful mystery stories specially introduced for Chinese readers. This series centers around the Berkeley Professor and his ever-present detective partner, the black cat Witty, unfolding one detective story after another through vivid and engaging plots. Readers can develop and hone their reasoning and analytical skills while reading, and also test their detective talents. Edward MacNodd, nervously peering out the window of his small cabin by the swamp, took a quick glance outside. When he noticed no one on the narrow, winding path, he walked to the stove and took the pot of haggis off the heat. Haggis is a dish, a sheep's stomach seasoned with whiskey, filled with animal offal, oatmeal, lard, onions, and eggs, a typical Scottish specialty. However, despite the delicious aroma of the haggis filling MacNodd's room, he had no appetite. He set the pot aside, tidying up the kitchen to welcome his impending guests, while also mulling over the strange events that had occurred over the past few days.
The most unsettling discovery he made was a week ago. As usual on an ordinary day, MacNodd finished dinner and went for a walk. His house was several miles outside Lochcarron. From there, he chose an old, poorly maintained path through the swamp. This trail had surely misled many local hikers, even leading some to their deaths in one of the mysterious bogholes. However, MacNodd had lived in the area for many years and, being familiar with the terrain, easily found the path through the pine woods, between the treacherous rocks and the dark, murky swamps, as dusk approached. After a while, as the fog thickened, he saw lights in the distance. This was strange! Within this area, there was no one else living besides him. Yet, in this old, dilapidated stone house in the swamp, no one had ever appeared, let alone after dark. Curious, MacNodd approached the small stone house, barely lit, in need of repair, standing alone on a clearing in the overgrown, reed-choked woods, leaning precariously as if it could collapse with a single gust of wind. MacNodd cautiously approached and suddenly heard a rough male voice from inside the house. He tiptoed to the window and peered inside. P7-8