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Автор: John R. Erickson
Издательство: Ingram
Серия: Hank the Cowdog
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      The Secret Laundry Monster Files

      John R. Erickson

      Illustrations by Gerald L. Holmes

      Maverick Books, Inc.

      Publication Information

      MAVERICK BOOKS

      Published by Maverick Books, Inc.

      P.O. Box 549, Perryton, TX 79070

      Phone: 806.435.7611

      www.hankthecowdog.com

      First published in the United States of America by Viking Children’s Books and Puffin Books, members of Penguin Putnam Books for Young Readers, 2002.

      Currently published by Maverick Books, Inc., 2013

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      Copyright © John R. Erickson, 2002

      All rights reserved

      Maverick Books, Inc. Paperback ISBN: 978-1-59188-139-1

      Hank the Cowdog® is a registered trademark of John R. Erickson.

      Printed in the United States of America

      Except in the United States of America, this book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

      Dedication

      For Dedicated in loving memory to Ellen Erickson Sparks, my friend and sister, who died May 15, 2001. She liked old Hank.

      Contents

      Chapter One Flapping Sounds in the Night

      Chapter Two Unauthorized Rats in the Laundry

      Chapter Three We Discover the Ghost from Kalamazooooo

      Chapter Four The Laundry Monster

      Chapter Five The Case Goes Plunging in a New Direction

      Chapter Six The Mysterious Lost Candy

      Chapter Seven Okay, Eddy Tricked Me

      Chapter Eight It Was a Pickup, Not a Liberian Freighter

      Chapter Nine The Lovely Miss Trudy Arrives

      Chapter Ten Fresh Evidence of a Raccoon Attack

      Chapter Eleven The Toad Factor

      Chapter Twelve You’ll Never Guess the Ending

      Chapter One: Flapping Sounds in the Night

      It’s me again, Hank the Cowdog. Being Head of Ranch Security is a full-time job and this time the call came in the dead of night. But before we get to that, I must pass along a very important piece of information. Please listen carefully.

      A dog should never fight a raccoon in the water. You know why? Because raccoons are excellent swimmers and pretty good fighters and terrible cheaters, and if they ever catch a dog in the water, they will try to drown him. No kidding. I mention this because it will come up later in the story.

      Just keep it in mind as this mystery unfoils.

      Now, where were we? Oh yes, the call came in the dead of night. I was in my office, as I recall, yes, in my office under the gas tanks. I was going over a stack of . . .

      Okay, I was asleep, might as well admit it, and there’s no shame in that. Most ordinary dogs sleep at night, and while I’ve never thought of myself as ordinary, I do require sleep from time to time. Even your Heads of Ranch Security need sleep.

      So I’ve admitted that I was asleep when Drover turned in the alarm. “Hank? Hank? I hear something out there. You’d better wake up.”

      I’m not in the habit of responding quickly to Drover’s “alarms.” He’s scared of the dark, don’t you see, and if I responded every time he got scared, I would never get any sleep.

      Let’s be blunt. He’s a little fraidy cat. Most of what he sees and hears in the night comes from his own imagination.

      So I said, “Leave me alerp. Go awonk. I’m in the midst of a snorking sassafras.”

      “Yeah, but I hear something out there, honest, and I think you’d better check it out.”

      “You go cherp it out. I’m bonkers . . . uh, busy. We can tonk about it in the honk. Morning. Go away.”

      There was a moment of silence. I thought he had given up. He hadn’t.

      “Hank, there it is again!”

      I raised my head and glared at . . . well, I couldn’t actually see him, it was so dark, but I glared into the darkness. “Drover, is this another one of your falsely phone alarms . . . phony false alarms?”

      “No, this one’s real. Listen.”

      I cranked up Ear Number One and opened the outer doors for Sound Gathering. At first, I heard nothing, but then . . .

      “Okay, Drover, I’m picking it up now. It’s a scratching sound.”

      “I’ll be derned. What I heard was more of a . . . a flapping sound.”

      “I hear scratching, not flapping.”

      “I’ll be derned. Can you hear it now?”

      I listened. “No. It quit.”

      “Oh, okay. That was just me. I was scratching.”

      “Stop scratching! Be still. Silence.”

      I moved Ear Number One back and forth. Sure enough, there it was—an odd flapping sound in the night. I cranked up Ear Number Two, opened outer doors, and set both ears to Maximum Gathering Mode. The sound came in loud and clear.

      “Drover, I don’t want to alarm you, but I’m picking up a sound out there in the darkness.”

      “Yeah, I know. I heard it first.”

      “It doesn’t matter that you heard it first.”

      “Well, that’s why I woke you up.”

      “You didn’t wake me up. I was going over some reports.” I pushed myself up on all fours and peered out into the darkness. “Where are we? What day is this?”

      “Well . . . I think it’s night, and that’s why it’s so dark. And we’re right here under the gas tanks.”

      “Yes, of course. It’s all coming back to me now. Were we just talking about something?”

      “Yeah. Those odd sounds out there in the dark.”

      “Ah, yes.” I cocked my ears and listened. There it was again. “Is that the sound you heard?”

      “Yep, that’s it. Are you proud of me?”

      “Oh yes, of course, very proud. And since you’re the one who turned in the alarm, maybe you’d like to check it out.”

      “Yeah, or maybe not.”

      “What?”

      “I said . . . maybe we could go together. I’d like that better. You know, teamwork and stuff.”

      “Drover, I haven’t slept in days. This job is wearing me down.”

      “Yeah, but I just woke you up, so you must have been asleep.”

      “I