儿童英语读物 The Deserted Library Mystery CHAPTER 12 What Did Benny See?

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That night, while Henry stood guard, everyone was restless. Jessie heard a barking dog, Violet heard an owl¹ hoot², Benny heard a scolding squirrel, and Miguel heard the wind in the trees. The children tossed and turned all night, sitting up in bed at each sound they heard.

In the morning, though, when the sun peeped through the window, they jumped out of bed, eager to greet their grandfather and go home.

“I can’t wait to see Grandfather,” Violet said, strapping³ on her watch. “It’s almost nine o’clock.”

“I can’t, either,” Jessie said, smiling at her sister.

“I hear someone in the kitchen already,” Violet said.

“It’s Henry. He promised to fill the pitcher⁴ with water.” Jessie laughed. “If he can find it after I threw it in the brush!”

Laughing, the girls went into the kitchen. Sure enough, Henry was setting out the glasses.

Soon Miguel and Benny woke up.

“Good morning, Miguel,” Violet said.

Miguel barely nodded. “ ’Morning,” he mumbled⁵.

“Come sit down,” Jessie said, pouring his orange juice. “You look upset.” Her eyes were sympathetic.

“Yes,” Miguel said in a low tone, sliding into his chair but not drinking his juice. “Today I’ll find out about my father.”

“Don’t worry,” Jessie said gently. “I know it will be okay.”

Miguel smiled weakly. “I hope so,” he said.

“Here’s the water,” Henry said, putting the pitcher on the counter. He laughed. “I had to search in every bush.” He winked⁶ at Jessie.” You’ve got a strong arm.”

“Yes,” Jessie said, smiling. “Last night, my strong foot could have saved my life.”

Henry stopped smiling. “I’m glad you’re so quick!”

Benny, who sat by the window, said, “I see a big car coming around the curve.” He leapt down. “It’s Grandfather!” he shouted.

Henry opened the door, and they all ran out to greet him.

When his car pulled up, Benny dashed forward. “Grandfather! We’ve been waiting for you!”

Grandfather Alden picked up Benny and swung him around. Then everyone crowded around, hugging and kissing. All, that is, except the sad boy in the background.

“Is this Miguel?” Grandfather Alden asked kindly⁷.

“Yes,” Miguel answered shyly, moving forward and shaking Grandfather’s hand. “I’m Miguel Morales.”

“Well, my boy,” Grandfather said, “the Coast Guard is bringing in the two fishermen today.”

“They are?” Miguel said, his mouth so dry he could barely speak.

“We’ll drive down to Pete’s Café after breakfast,” Grandfather promised.

Miguel nodded stiffly. He was uncertain if he really wanted to go.

“How’s Watch?” Jessie asked.

“Watch is eagerly waiting for you,” Grandfather replied, “but the dog and I got along fine.”

“Good,” Jessie said, obviously glad Watch had been taken good care of. “And now,” she announced, “it’s time to eat.”

“We’re having Benny’s favorite blueberry pancakes in honor of our last day here,” Violet said.

“Well, well,” Grandfather laughed heartily⁸. “Think of that. Blueberry pancakes are my favorite, too!”

“I know.” Benny grinned.

Jessie set a pile of pancakes on the table, and Violet poured the milk.

Benny wiggled in his chair. He was so excited, he couldn’t sit still.

While they ate, Grandfather heard all about the library and the sword and the mysterious stranger. He frowned when he realized how close to danger his grandchildren and Miguel had been. The sooner they left, the better!

After the breakfast dishes were washed, everyone packed his or her belongings⁹.

Grandfather glanced around the room. “Pete has a nice house. Clean and cozy¹⁰.” His blue eyes twinkled. “I’m sure you all had something to do with the way it looks.”

“It was fun,” Jessie said, then added softly, “except for the stranger.”

Grandfather’s eyes grew serious. “Well, we’ll be leaving soon, and you’ll be safe.”

“Look, Grandfather,” Henry said, fitting the sword pieces together on the table.

“It’s magnificent!” Grandfather exclaimed. He ran his fingers lightly over the blade. “No wonder someone is after this valuable sword!”

“The sword was awarded to Captain Charles Howard,” Violet explained.

“Yes,” Jessie continued, “because of his bravery at the Battle of Gettysburg.”

“My, my,” Grandfather said in wonder as he stroked his chin. “Wouldn’t a museum be glad to have this!”

“It’s beautiful,” Miguel said.

Grandfather turned to the slim, shy boy. “I know you must be anxious to go to Pete’s Café.”

“Y-yes,” Miguel stammered¹¹. “I guess I am.”

“Then,” Grandfather directed, “Henry, wrap up the sword, and we’ll put it in the trunk of the car . . . and don’t forget your bikes, too. Let’s get going!”

“Great idea,” Henry agreed, carefully wrapping the three pieces individually.

Once in the car, no one said a word for the whole two miles. Everyone’s thoughts were of Miguel. Everyone hoped his father would be alive.

Arriving at the marina, they jumped out of the car.

Waving, Pete came out to greet them.

“Hello, Aldens!” He shook Grandfather’s hand. “How are you, James?”

“Fine, Pete, just fine,” Grandfather said, looking around. “But where are the two fishermen?”

Pete jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Inside, drinking coffee.”

Miguel slipped past Grandfather and dashed into the café.

The others hurried in behind him. Jessie held her breath.

Miguel searched the room. Suddenly he let out a yell. “Father!” He rushed into the arms of a man who had jumped up from a back booth.

“My son,” the man cried. For a moment all was silent, as father and son clung to one another.

“Father,” Miguel said, “I was worried. I’m so glad you’re safe.”

“Yes, I’m lucky,” his father answered. Even though the man smiled, tears glistened¹² in his eyes. He ran a trembling hand over Miguel’s thick hair. “Poor Joseph drowned.”

“I-I was afraid it was you,” Miguel whispered, hugging his father even tighter.

Grandfather moved to Miguel’s side. “We’re happy for you, Miguel.” The Alden children joined him and grabbed Miguel’s hand.

Miguel broke away, remembering his manners. “This is my father, Pedro Morales.” He introduced Mr. Alden, Jessie, Violet, Henry, and Benny.

“Thank you,” Pedro said, with shining eyes. “You took good care of my son.”

“Hurray for Mr. Morales!” Benny shouted. “Hurray for Miguel!” Suddenly his smile vanished as he listened to something and turned to stare at the man at the counter. He moved to Henry’s side. “Look! Look over there,” he whispered. “That man’s humming a funny tune¹³. Maybe it’s the man Jessie heard.” He shivered, reaching for Violet’s hand. “I’m afraid.”