“Harry!” he thought to himself. “Harry will be able to make sense of the ones with Chinese writing. He’ll know.” Talbert grabbed the papers from his old biscuit tin where he stored all his valuable items and sentimental things and raced down the corridor to Harry’s room. On arrival he gave the secret club knock on the door which was: tap, tap. Tap, tap ...tap, tap...tap, tap. Harry called out from inside, “It’s open,” and Talbert rushed in. Harry frowned at him and said, “Talbert, you know that the secret knock is only used if the matter is urgent. Now what do you want?” “Sorry Harry. I guess it could have waited till tomorrow but I wanted to speak to you alone and I didn’t know if the opportunity would arise.” Harry was in the middle of study and was still a little annoyed. However, he knew one day he would be a leader of the club and there would be times when he would have to drop what he was doing to attend to club matters. “All right, but be quick about it.
