儿童英语读物 The Mystery of the Secret Message CHAPTER 4 Caught Red-handed!

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Everyone stood still in the dark-room. They stared at the sticklike letters forming before their eyes.

The letters spelled out a single sentence:

MOVE IT THE DAY BEFORE

Benny, who was just learning to read, repeated the strange words in an awed¹ whisper.

“Amazing!” Henry murmured.

“How did you know there was something written there?” Violet asked Dawn.

The photographer turned off the small lamp and flipped² a wall switch. The dark-room was suddenly bright.

“The paper tipped me off,” Dawn said, waving the photograph to dry it. “The texture³ didn’t feel right.”

Jessie touched the photograph. “It feels like ordinary paper to me.”

Dawn smiled. “I learned some tricks in one of my photography classes in college. We would coat a special paper with a chemical solution. With another chemical, we would write or draw on this treated paper. Only you wouldn’t see it.”

“So the space would look blank,” Henry said.

“Exactly,” Dawn said. “To make the words or drawing appear, we simply dipped the paper in water. And then held it over a light.”

“Just like the invisible writing spies use!” Benny exclaimed. “We have a spy in Greenfield!”

Dawn laughed. “I don’t know about a spy, but someone knows a lot about photography. The paper that picture is printed on is unusual. It’s not used for ordinary developing.”

“Where would paper like that come from?” asked Jessie. “I mean, Violet’s pictures were printed on regular paper.”

“You can request it,” Dawn replied. “You can order a certain type of paper when you drop off your roll of film.”

Violet nodded. “On the envelope you check off the size of your prints and how many. I always order four-by-six prints and only one set. Then if one of my pictures turns out really well, I might order another copy.”

“Those are called reprints,” Dawn told her. “The big developing labs do all sorts of special services.”

Jessie stared at the equipment in the dark-room. “I’m confused. How did that strange picture get in Violet’s photographs?”

“Good question.” Dawn tugged⁴ her pony-tail over one shoulder. “Basically, a person drops film off at a store. The store sends the roll of film — along with lots of others — away to a laboratory. The lab develops the film, then sends the prints back to the store.”

“So the mix-up could have happened at the lab,” Henry guessed.

“Or at the drugstore,” Dawn added, still holding the photograph. “Would you mind if I kept this, Violet? It’s such a neat example.”

Violet hesitated. She liked Dawn, but she didn’t want to give up the message photograph. Not until they found out more.

“I’m trying to find the person who lost this,” she said finally. “Mr. Kirby said he’d let me know if anyone asks for it.”

Dawn reluctantly handed the photograph to Violet. “If nobody claims the picture, maybe you’d let me have it.”

“Thanks a lot,” Violet said. “You’ve been a big help.”

“Yeah,” said Benny. “We never would have found the message.”

Dawn opened the door to the front room. “I’ll see you kids around. I’m taking pictures for a souvenir booklet about the town square.”

“We’re having a photo booth at the festival,” Violet said.

Jessie nodded. “People are going to pose by Josiah’s statue.”

Dawn smiled. “Good! You can’t have too many photographers at a special event.”

Outside, the Aldens bubbled over with excitement.

“A secret message!” Benny whooped⁵.

“But what does it mean?” Henry asked. “Move what? The day before what?”

“Who was supposed to get this message?” Violet put in.

“Who sent it?” Jessie wondered.

“And how,” Benny added, “did the picture get into Violet’s envelope?”

Jessie sighed, adjusting the strap⁶ of her tote bag. “Looks like you were right all along, Benny.”

He grinned. “I knew we’d find another mystery!”

The children talked about the new mystery as they finished cleaning the statue. Jessie was buffing the small brass⁷ plate when Grandfather came by.

“Old Josiah never looked better,” he praised. He held up two cans of red paint. “I found some leftover⁸ paint in the garage. How about repainting the benches?”

“Sure,” Henry said. “We like to paint.”

When Grandfather left, the children painted the benches. They even had enough paint for the trash cans.

As they were cleaning the brushes, Jessie said, “I wish we knew more about that photograph. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“We know the delivery man from the photo lab dropped his bag of envelopes in the drugstore,” said Violet. “The photograph probably fell out of someone’s envelope — ”

“And accidentally got put into your envelope,” Henry finished. “How can we find out who else had pictures in that delivery?”

“Easy.” Benny wiped his hands on a rag. “Why don’t we go in the drugstore and ask Mr. Kirby?”

Cooke’s Drugstore was crowded with mid-afternoon shoppers. Jessie recognized Sylvia Pepper. She also caught a glimpse of Rick Bass⁹ spinning a rack of greeting cards.

Henry went up to the pharmacy¹⁰ counter. “Excuse me,” he said politely. “Has anyone asked about the missing picture?”

“What missing picture?” As usual, Mr. Kirby was busy.

“This picture. The one that was in my envelope,” Violet reminded him.

She took the message photograph from her basket. She flashed it briefly¹¹, with her thumb over the blank space. She didn’t want Mr. Kirby to see the message.

“Oh, that photograph.” The pharmacist drew his bushy brows together in a frown. “I told you kids to forget about it. One dumb photograph isn’t important.”

But Violet knew the photograph was important.

“We’d like to track down the owner,” she said. “Could you tell us who was in the store yesterday morning? When the delivery man dropped the bag of envelopes?”

Mr. Kirby made an impatient noise. “Do you kids really think I can remember everyone who was in the store yesterday morning? I don’t even know the people around here. I’m just the substitute. Now I’m very busy.”

Henry took the hint. Mr. Kirby was always too busy to bother with “kids.”

“One more thing,” he said. “Could we leave our paint supplies with you? We’ll pick them up tomorrow.”

Mr. Kirby flapped his hand. “Yeah, sure. I’ll take care of it. Just leave the stuff outside the store.”

“Maybe Mrs. Turner will help us,” Benny said, leading the way to the counter.

Mrs. Turner laughed when she saw the Aldens. “Look at those red hands!”

“We’ve been painting benches,” Benny said. He looked down at his red-smeared fingers.

Henry spoke¹² up. “Mrs. Turner, could you tell us who was in the store yesterday when the photo delivery man dropped the bag? We asked Mr. Kirby, but he couldn’t help us.”

The waitress shook her head sympathetically. “You have to forgive Mr. Kirby. He was hoping to end his stay in Greenfield, but Mr. Cooke called to say he’d be gone another week.” Mrs. Turner lowered her voice. “I think he’s trying to find a job in another town. He keeps phoning to set up interviews.”

“I don’t know why he doesn’t like it here,” Jessie said. “Greenfield is a friendly town.” Much friendlier than Mr. Kirby, she thought.

Henry got back to the question. “Do you remember who was in here yesterday?”

“Sure do. Two of them are here right now.” Mrs. Turner nodded toward the back of the store. “Sylvia Pepper was one. She made a big fuss because we don’t carry her brand of toothpaste.”

“Who else?” Benny prodded¹³.

“The young man who’s running the museum,” the waitress replied. “What’s his name?”

“Rick Bass,” Jessie supplied.

“And that new photographer next door. Dawn Wellington,” added the waitress.

Violet drew in a breath. Dawn had never mentioned being in the drugstore the morning of the photo mix-up.

“The place was a madhouse,” Mrs. Turner went on. “No wonder the man from the lab dropped his delivery sack.”

A line of people waited at the cash register by the door. Sylvia Pepper tapped her foot impatiently. Rick Bass was also in line. Mrs. Turner left to take care of the customers.

“Did you hear that?” Henry said. “Both Sylvia Pepper and Rick Bass were in here yesterday morning.”

“Dawn, too,” said Benny.

“Any one of them could have picked up pictures they had developed,” Jessie stated.

“Not Dawn,” Violet said. “She develops her own film. Why would she send her photos away to a lab?”

“But she really wanted to keep your message photo,” Henry reminded her. “I wonder why she was so interested.”

Violet nodded. Henry was right. Maybe Dawn was the one who sent the message photo. Or was she the one who was supposed to receive it?

Benny was thinking that a hot fudge sundae would hit the spot. “Mysteries sure make me hungry,” he hinted.

Jessie smiled. “Sorry, Benny. Mrs. Turner is busy. And we have to get home.”

The children worked their way through the crowd clustered near the front door.

As Jessie put her hand on the door to push it open, she felt the strap on her tote bag dig sharply into her shoulder. A second, harder jerk nearly knocked her off balance.

She whirled to look back, but there were too many people leaving the store. That yank was deliberate.

Someone had tried to steal her bag!

“Henry! Did you see who tried to grab my bag?” asked Jessie.

“No, I didn’t. Maybe it was just an accident,” said Henry.

“Maybe,” said Jessie. But she doubted it.