The Giraffe, the Pelly and Me by Roald Dahl. Part 4.
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The speed with which the team worked was astonishing. As soon as one window was done, the Giraffe moved the Monkey over to the next one and the Pelican followed.
When all the fourth-floor windows on that side of the house were finished, the Giraffe simply drew in her magical neck until the Monkey was level with the third-floor windows and off they went again.
‘AMAZING! cried the Duke. ‘ASTONISHING! REMARKABLE INCREDIBLE!
I haven’t seen out of any of my windows for forty years! Now I shall be able to sit indoors and enjoy the view!’
Suddenly I saw all three of the Window Cleaners stop dead in their tracks. They seemed to freeze against the wall of the house. None of them moved.
‘What’s happened to them?’ the Duke asked me. ‘What’s gone wrong?’
‘I don’t know, I answered.
Then the Giraffe, with the Monkey on her head, tiptoed very gingerly away from the house and came towards us. The Pelican flew with them. The Giraffe came up very close to the Duke and whispered, ‘Your Grace, there is a man in one of the bedrooms on the third floor. He is opening all the drawers and taking things out. He’s got a pistol!’
The Duke jumped about a foot in the air. ‘Which room?’ he snapped. ‘Show me at once!’
‘It’s the one on the third floor where the window is wide open, the Giraffe whispered.
‘By gad!’ cried the Duke.
‘THAT’S THE DUCHESS’S BEDROOM! HE’S AFTER HER JEWELS! CALL THE POLICE! SUMMON THE ARMY! BRING UP THE CANNON! CHARGE WITH THE LIGHT BRIGADE!’
But even as he spoke the Pelican was flying up into the air. As he flew, he turned himself upside down and tipped the window-cleaning water out of his beak. Then I saw the top half of that marvellous patented beak sliding out of his head, ready for action.
‘What’s that reckless bird up to?’ cried the Duke.
‘Wait and see, shouted the Monkey. ‘Hold your breath, old man! Hold your nose! Hold your horses and watch the Pelly go!’
Like a bullet the Pelican flew in through the open window, and five seconds later out he came again with his great orange beak firmly closed. He landed on the lawn beside the Duke.
A tremendous BANGING NOISE was coming from inside the Pelican’s beak. It sounded as though someone was using a sledgehammer against it from the inside.
‘He’s got him!’ cried the Monkey. ‘Pelly’s got the burglar in his beak!’
‘Well done, sir!’ shouted the Duke, hopping about with excitement. Suddenly he pulled the handle of his walking stick upwards, and out of the hollow inside of the stick itself he drew a long thin sharp shining sword. T’ll run him through!’ he shouted, flourishing the sword like a fencer. ‘Open up, Pelican! Let me get at him! I’ll run the bounder through before he knows what’s happened to him! I’ll spike him like a pat of butter! I’ll feed his gizzards to my foxhounds!’
But the Pelican did not open his beak. He kept it firmly closed and shook his head at the Duke.
The Giraffe shouted, ‘The burglar is armed with a pistol, Your Grace! If Pelly lets him out now he’ll shoot us all!’
‘He can be armed with a machine gun for all I care!’ bellowed the Duke, his massive moustache bristling like brushwood. I’ll handle the blighter! Open up, sir! Open up!’
Suddenly there was an EAR-SPLITTING BANG and the Pelican leaped twenty feet into the air. So did the Duke.
‘Watch out!’ the Duke shouted, taking ten rapid paces backwards. ‘He’s trying to shoot his way out!’ And pointing his sword at the Pelican, he bellowed, ‘Keep that beak closed, sir! Don’t you dare let him out! He’ll murder us all!’
‘Shake him up, Pelly! cried the Giraffe. ‘Rattle his bones! Teach him not to do it again!’
The Pelican shook his head so fast from side to side that the beak became a blur and the man inside must have felt he was being scrambled like eggs.
‘WELL DONE, PELLY!’ cried the Giraffe. ‘You’re doing a great job! Keep on SHAKING him so he doesn’t fire that pistol again!’
At this point, a lady with flaming orange hair came flying out of the house shouting, ‘MY JEWELS! SOMEBODY’S STOLEN MY JEWELS!’
My diamond tiara! My diamond necklace! My diamond bracelets! My diamond earrings! My diamond rings! They’ve had the lot! My ROOMS have been RANSACKED!
And then this incredible woman, who fifty-five years ago had been a world-famous opera singer, suddenly burst into song.
My diamonds are over the ocean,
My diamonds are over the sea,
My diamonds were pinched from my bedroom,
Oh, bring back my diamonds to me!
We were so bowled over by the power of the lady’s lungs that all of us, excepting the elican, who had to keep his beak closed, joined in the chorus.
Bring back, bring back,
Oh, bring back my diamonds to me, to me.
Bring back, bring back,
Oh, bring back my diamonds to me!’
‘Don’t worry, Henrietta, said the Duke. He pointed to the Pelican and said, ‘This clever bird, this brilliant burglar-catching creature has saved the day! The bounder’s in his beak!’ The Duchess stared at the Pelican. The Pelican stared back at the Duchess and gave her a wink.
‘If he’s in there, cried the Duchess, ‘why don’t you let him out! Then you can run him through with that famous sword of yours! I want my diamonds! Open your beak, bird!’
‘No, no!’ shouted the Duke. ‘He’s got a pistol! He’ll murder us all!’
Someone must have called the police because suddenly no less than four squad cars came racing towards us with their sirens screaming.
Within seconds we were surrounded by six police officers, and the Duke was shouting to them, ‘The villain you are after is inside the beak of that bird! Stand by to collar him!’
And to the Pelican he said, ‘GET READY TO OPEN UP! ARE YOU READY.. STEADY.. GO! OPEN UP!’
The Pelican opened his gigantic beak and immediately the police officers pounced upon the burglar, who was crouching inside. They snatched his pistol away from him and dragged him out and put handcuffs on his wrists.
‘Great Scott!’ shouted the Chief of Police. ‘It’s the Cobra himself!’
‘The who! The what!’ everyone asked. ‘Whơ’s the Cobra?’
“The Cobra is the cleverest and most dangerous cat burglar in the world! said the Chief of Police. ‘He must have climbed up the drainpipe. The Cobra can climb up anything!’
‘MY DIAMONDS!’ DEMANDED THE DUCHESS. I WANT MY DIAMONDS! WHERE ARE MY DIAMONDS?’
‘HERE THEY ARE,’ cried the Chief of Police, fishing great handfuls of jewellery from the burglar’s pockets.
The Duchess was overcome with relief.