The next morning as Bob and Lola were eating breakfast you could have cut the atmosphere with a knife, all the staff were staring at them with hatred in their eyes.
“What are we going to do, honey?” Lola asked Bob “I don't really want to go back into that spooky mansion again.”
Bob took a deep sigh and took hold of Lola's hand. “We have to go back honey, its the only way we are going to find out what's going on, you have to be brave Lola and go back with me.”
“But I don't do brave, you have always done it for me” wailed Lola.
Throwing down his linen napkin onto the table Bob looked across at Lola, “Well honey” he laughted “Even my little mouse has deserted me, so this time I am counting on you…..now hurry up and finish eating then we can get over to that darn old spooky mansion and settle this problem once and for all.”
Together Bob and Lola walked down the overgrown path and in the front door of the spooky mansion. In the hallway everything looked as it was before, and taking a very deep breath Bob pushed open the door to the room that the boxes were in.
“There's nothing here” gasped Lola “I just don't understand it, did we imagine the whole thing?”
Bob was just about to reply when he felt something run up his arm and settle into the pocket of his shirt. “Well, knock me down with a feather” laughted Bob “Its my little mouse friend back again, he does look in a bit of a state the poor little thing. “I wonder where he has been all this time?”
“Never mind about the darn mouse” snapped Lola who by this time was getting rather impatient “What are we going to do now.”
Bob looked around the empty room and suddenly his eyes lit up. “Look Lola there's a door over there that we never noticed before.”
Lola crossed the room and tried the door only to find it locked. “Well that's that there's no key for it unless you have something in your pocket that we can get it open with.”
Just as Bob was about to check his pockets the little mouse shot down Bobs arm and under the locked door. “Well I guess he is trying to tell us something” said Bob as he checked the contents of his pockets. “Sorry Lola all I have is this polished stone that I found”……….No sooner had Bob said the words when there was a flash of light and instead of holding a polished stone, in Bob's hand was a MAGIC LANTERN with a very small key attached to the handle.