Mabel was on her tiptoes behind the rosebush, and the thorns were doing terrible things to her pajama sleeve. She didn't care. Through the gap in the fence, she could see Mr. Higgins standing in the moonlight, and he was holding something that glinted.
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Her heart banged so loud she was sure he could hear it all the way over there. She pressed her hand over her mouth, the way Detective Biscuit did in Episode Nine, right before he caught the Cookie Thief red-pawed.
Mr. Higgins lifted the shiny thing over his head. The grass under Mabel's bare feet was cold and a little bit slimy, and somewhere behind her, a twig went snap — like a bone, she thought — and Mabel froze so fast she forgot how to breathe at all…
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