what was there in the mysterious percel what suspicion did the police have about that? for 10std answer
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There was a cyclostyling machine in the mysterious parcel. The higher officer knew about the cyclostyle machine and a number of copies of Mahatma’s speech were distributed in that town. They wanted to know, where that machine was, and who were the people doing all these things. So they talked to themselves, that night they may attack their house.
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It was one fine autumn day in the country. The leaves were turning a crisp brown and lazily drifting down. The evergreens were looking all green and stubborn and smart looking. A girl named Annabelle was peering out of her window wishing for something interesting to happen. Not that it would ever happen she thought. She sighed as the postman strode up the path and put something in the letter box. It was her birthday yesterday and she couldn't invite her friends to the birthday party because Annablle and her mum had moved house into the country. Her dad had died and they could not afford to live in the city. Her mum interupted her thoughts telling her to go down and get the mail. She went down the stairs and into the garden, walked down the path leading to the letterbox. She put her arm through the dark hole and pulled out a parcel with her name on it. She was excited. Had her uncle John rememered her birthday? She rushed back to the house and told mum the news and started ripping it open. Then she remembered what her dad had said: “Always open a card before a present.” So she took the card off. It said......
Dear Annablle,
As you know I am in India. Yes I remembered your birthday present, but you are nine right now and I want you to open this when you are ten.
Love from Uncle John
P.S You may open down to the box.
That was what she did. She thought it was lucky of her to remember what her dad said. The box she was holding was a golden colour. It gave her a warm feeling. She wanted the long wait to be over. Months went by and she made some friends. Eventully it was her birthday again. She got up and ran over to the cupboard where she kept the box and tossed the doors open. She laid her hands on the box. She scurried down the stairs and sat on the sofa. She took the lid off, and wrapped in tissue was a tiny golden Indian elephant embroidered with jewels. She was flabbergasted and just sat there. Her mum decided to break the strange but grateful silence saying, “I am glad that you waited for a year otherwise you would of just sold it so we would be able to go back to the city and you would regret that now because you love this place.” Annabelle said, “I want to say thankyou to uncle John.” Later that day Annabelle's Uncle came and he chatted away to them about India and of course about elephants.