儿童英语读物 The Deserted Library Mystery CHAPTER 7 The Strange Little Tune

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Henry held up the gray glove and shrugged¹. “Someone was poking² around in the library and forgot his glove, that’s all. It’s nothing to worry about.” But secretly he wondered who it belonged to, and how the person had gotten in. He thought of the conversation he’d overheard in Pete’s Café, but he didn’t want to frighten the others by telling them.

Jessie smiled. “You’re right, Henry. One glove doesn’t mean a thing. Let’s go back to the house and have a nice supper. We’ve done enough work today.” She tried to sound unconcerned, but she was worried, too. Who was nearby?

Henry tucked the glove in his back pocket and threw his arm around his little brother. “What’s the matter, Benny? You’re not scared of an old glove, are you?”

Benny stood with his sturdy legs apart and his arms folded. “I’m not scared if you’re not!”

“Atta, boy!” Henry said, tousling Benny’s hair. He opened the door and stepped out into the setting sun. The others followed. The sun’s rays gave the library a rosy³ glow. Carefully Henry locked the door, then twisted the knob to be sure that it was secure. It wouldn’t be easy for an intruder to get in now!

That night the Aldens and Miguel ate peanut butter, crackers⁴, and milk. They weren’t very hungry after their big lobster⁵ lunch.

Benny and Miguel went to bed early.

“I’m filling the pitcher⁶ with fresh water,” Jessie said, going out into the night. Darkness surrounded her.

As she pumped the water, Jessie suddenly stopped.

She heard a low humming.

She listened more closely, but the humming stopped. All she heard was the scuffling of an animal in the leaves.

All at once the low off-key humming started again. What a strange tune⁷! This time she realized it was a person. Was someone watching her? Her pulse quickened. She wished Henry or Violet had come outside with her. “Henry,” she called, then, “Violet,” but her throat had tightened⁸. All that came out was a croak⁹.

The weird¹⁰ humming was loud and clear, but it soon faded. Jessie clutched the pitcher to her chest and raced toward the cabin. She stumbled on a branch, but kept running. The humming was very faint now. Fearfully, she glanced around. Was that a shadow moving up the path toward the library? Or was it her imagination?

With her heart pounding in her ears, she frantically¹¹ threw open the door and flew into the room.

“What’s wrong, Jessie?” Violet said, running to her side. “You’re as white as your T-shirt.”

“S-someone was humming a funny tune.” She could barely get the words out as she set down the pitcher with a trembling hand. “I think I heard him going up the path toward the old library! I think I saw his shadow!”

Henry leapt up. “We’ll see about this prowler!” he said angrily, grabbing the iron skillet from the stove and dashing outdoors. If he came upon the intruder, he wouldn’t know what hit him! Bravely Henry silently stalked the stranger. Twice he circled the cabin, the skillet held high. Even though Jessie had said she’d seen the prowler going toward the library, Henry carefully investigated around the house. Then he ran a short way up the gravel¹² path, but didn’t see anyone. Not even Jessie’s imagined shadow. Nor did he hear anything. The humming had stopped. He listened intently, but all he heard was the breeze rustling¹³ through the trees.

He returned to the house. “I didn’t hear anything, Jessie. Maybe it was the hum of an insect.”

Jessie shook her head. “No,” she said positively¹⁴. “It was someone humming! And the person was nearby, watching me. Then the humming grew faint. I saw his outline as he went toward the library.” She poured a glass of water for her dry throat and turned her big brown eyes on Henry. “I’m certain he’s after something!”

“I think I know what it is,” Henry said thoughtfully. “When I called Grandfather, I told him about the piece of sword we’d found. Anyone could have overheard me. But don’t worry,” he said in a confident tone. “The sword is always with me! At night it’s under my pillow, and during the day I take it with me on my bike. The sword is wrapped so no one can see what it is.”

Quickly he told Violet and Jessie about the two men he’d overheard in Pete’s Café. “But whoever that thief is can’t be our guy. How would he know about the sword?” He spoke¹⁵ in a low voice so as not to wake Benny and Miguel.

“He couldn’t,” Jessie added.

“What should we do?” Violet asked. “Is it safe to stay here? I hate to leave until we finish at the library.”

“Then we won’t leave!” Jessie said in a firm voice. There was a stubborn gleam in her dark eyes. “We have to find the third part of the sword. Once we find it, we’ll go home.”

“You’re right!” Violet said with a tight little smile. “No one can drive us away after we’ve worked hard and found the sword. The sword is ours!”

They went to bed, and Jessie pulled the blanket up to her chin. Even though everything was silent, she could still hear that awful weird tune in her head.

The next morning the sun washed their fears away.

Henry ate an early breakfast, then scraped back his chair and stood up. “I’m going to make a quick trip to the marina and phone Grandfather,” he said to Jessie.

“Do you think he’ll have any news about Miguel’s father?”

“I hope so. Grandfather was going to contact the Coast Guard.”

On his way to the café, without warning, the sun dipped behind the clouds. The sky became a gloomy gray. Henry pedaled faster when he heard a low rumble¹⁶ of distant thunder.

Entering Pete’s Café, Henry saw Pete at the counter pouring a cup of coffee for a customer. He looked up at Henry’s entrance. “Hi, Henry! Feel like a boat ride?”

“Not today.” Henry smiled.

Old Pete chuckled¹⁷. “You show good sense, boy.” He pointed¹⁸ to the large window and the ocean beyond. “Look at those waves!”

Henry watched the waves pound against the stone pier¹⁹. The whitecaps rolled in, churning toward the shore and ending in foamy²⁰ puddles²¹. The sky was almost black with the wind blowing from the north. The thunder boomed.

“Yup,” Pete said. “Even the Coast Guard won’t come out in this weather.”

Henry excused himself to phone Grandfather Alden.

After a few rings, Grandfather’s warm voice came on the line. “Henry! I’m glad you called. I contacted the Coast Guard, and they informed me that two fishermen were rescued from The Maria.”

“Only two?” Henry asked, and his heart sank.

“Yes, I’m afraid the third man drowned,” Grandfather said gravely.

“Was it Miguel’s father?” Henry asked, dreading²² to hear the answer.

“They won’t give out the names of the men until all the families are notified. The survivors²³ are on Bear Island and as soon as the storm lets up, they’ll be brought to Pete’s marina.”

“Thanks, Grandfather.”

“Depending on the weather, I’ll be down to see you on Friday.”

“That will be great, Grandfather,” Henry said. “Everyone wants to see you.”

“Good, good,” Grandfather said.

Henry said good-bye. After exchanging a few words with Pete, he biked back to the house. He hated to tell Miguel about the one drowned fisherman, but he had a right to know. After all, his father could be one of the rescued men.

Entering the cabin, Henry sat down at the table next to Miguel. He quietly told him that only two men had been rescued.

Miguel stared at him, biting his lower lip. “Wh-what were the names of the two fishermen?” he whispered.

“No names have been released yet,” said Henry, reaching out and putting a hand on Miguel’s shoulder. “Until this storm subsides²⁴, the rescued men will stay at the Coast Guard station on Bear Island.” A stab of lightning lit up the room.

Jessie stood behind Miguel. “It will be all right,” she soothed²⁵. “I’m certain one of the men will be your father.”

Miguel glanced back at her. “But what if he isn’t?” he said in a trembling voice. “My father knew how to swim, but what good is that in a stormy sea?” His lips tightened, and his body was rigid²⁶. He tried not to cry.

“He had a life preserver, didn’t he?” asked Violet, coming from the kitchen and sitting down. Her voice was soft, and her eyes were filled with compassion²⁷.

“He had a life preserver, but . . .” his voice faltered²⁸. “Oh, I don’t know what to think.” Miguel lowered his eyes. His small face twisted with pain. “What if he drowned? My poor father. I-I love him.”

“No matter what happens,” Henry said, “we’ll stick by you!”

“You bet we will!” Benny echoed, standing²⁹ in the doorway³⁰. He frowned, and his eyes were sad. All at once his face brightened. “I know your dad was saved. I feel it in my bones!”

Miguel smiled at Benny. “Thanks, Benny. Thanks, everyone! I know you all hope for the best.” But his heart thudded against his ribs³¹. He had a feeling that his father was gone, and he’d never see him again. He jumped up and turned his back on his friends. How could he repay the Aldens’ kindness? He couldn’t stay with them forever. He made up his mind. If he heard bad news, he’d run away. He’d have to be on his own again. His heartbeat matched the thunder that rolled outside!