儿童英语读物 The Mystery of the Secret Message CHAPTER 9 Vanished into Thin Air!

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Violet was trying to focus through the viewfinder. But Benny kept moving the canvas that covered the statue.

“Look!” he cried. He grabbed a corner of the canvas and pulled.

Violet nearly dropped her camera. Standing¹ on the granite² base was a stepladder. The statue of Josiah Wade³ was missing!

Jessie clutched Henry’s sleeve. “What happened to the statue?” she gasped⁴.

“Someone took it!” Henry replied as they ran to the center of the square.

“Our statue’s been kidnapped,” Benny exclaimed, hopping⁵ with excitement. “I mean, statue-napped! Do you think the phantom⁶ of Greenfield Square did it?”

“There is no phantom,” Henry told him. “But someone very clever pulled this off. We have to tell Grandfather.”

James Alden was already on the scene. He stared at the stepladder in disbelief. “How in the world did someone steal a six-foot-high statue in broad daylight?”

Word of the theft buzzed around the square. Shop owners came out to stare at the ladder perched on the statue’s base.

Rick Bass⁷ came running over. “This is incredible! Did anybody see anything?”

The Aldens shook their heads.

“People have been working in the square since this morning,” said Grandfather. “That statue didn’t vanish into thin air.”

“The statue was covered all day,” said Rick. “It could have been taken early this morning and we wouldn’t have known the difference.”

Violet thought of something. “Does this mean the festival won’t go on?”

Could they have a Winter Festival without the Minuteman statue? One of the main reasons for the event was to raise funds to fix the statue’s base. Now the guest of honor was missing.

“The festival will go on as scheduled,” Grandfather said firmly.

“The statue might turn up before tomorrow. It could be a prank⁸,” Rick said.

“Some prank!” Henry said. Was Rick Bass truly concerned or putting on an act?

“I’m going to talk to the shop owners,” James Alden declared. “An operation like this couldn’t be pulled off without somebody seeing something.”

“I’ll call the police,” Rick offered. “They should be notified of the theft.”

“Good idea,” Grandfather said. He and Rick hurried off.

“The thief must have left clues,” said Benny. “Let’s look around.”

The children searched the area thoroughly⁹. But they found only bent¹⁰ nails and trash the construction workers had left behind.

Discouraged, Violet sat down on the statue’s base. Her camera swung around her neck on its strap¹¹.

Jessie stared at the camera. “Violet!” she cried. “Your camera!”

“What about it?”

“You’ve been taking pictures all day. I bet you have a clue on your film!” Jessie said. How could they miss something so obvious?

Now Benny was excited. “If we develop the pictures, we might find out who stole the statue!”

“But the drugstore has to send film away to the lab,” Henry said. “That takes almost a week.”

“Dawn will develop my film,” said Violet. “She could do it fast in her studio.”

“Dawn is one of our suspects,” Jessie reminded her. “Suppose she’s the person we’re after?”

“That’s a chance we have to take,” said Henry.

Benny was already running across the square. “Hurry up!” he called back.

Inside Dawn’s studio, the red light glowed above the darkroom door.

“That means she’s inside developing pictures,” Violet said. She knocked on the door.

“Just a second,” came the reply. A moment later, Dawn opened the door. She smiled when she saw the Aldens.

“Hi, what’s up?”

The children told her the statue was missing and a valuable clue to the theft might be in Violet’s pictures.

Dawn couldn’t believe the statue of Josiah Wade was gone. She went to the window.

“It really is gone!” she said. “Let’s develop Violet’s film right away. You kids can help me.”

They followed Dawn into her darkroom.

She put the roll of film into a canister of developing solution. Violet agitated¹² the canister, then Dawn added other chemicals. Next, Dawn hung the roll of film up to dry. Jessie and Benny cut the negatives into strips.

“Now we print the pictures,” Dawn said. “But first we have to make the image bigger. I use this machine, called an enlarger.”

She gave them prints as she enlarged the negatives.

The Aldens dipped the prints in trays of developing solution. Like magic, images appeared on the paper.

“Look at this!” Henry cried. With tweezers¹³, he held up a photograph of the short, scruffy-haired worker talking to a woman.

The woman was Sylvia Pepper.

“Sylvia hired the construction crew,” Violet said. “She must know the workers.”

“Wait till you see this!” Jessie held up another picture.

The photograph showed the construction truck pulling away from the square. A tarpaulin¹⁴ covered the truck bed. Sticking out from the canvas was the end of a musket¹⁵.

“Josiah’s musket!” Benny exclaimed. “The workers stole the statue. We have to tell Grandfather!”

Violet was examining Jessie’s photograph with a magnifying glass. “Look,” she said. “Behind that pole. See anybody familiar?”

“Sylvia!” answered Benny, who had the sharpest eyes. “She’s watching the truck leave.”

“I think Miss Pepper has some explaining to do,” Henry said decisively. “Let’s go visit her.”

Dawn shut off the equipment in her darkroom. “I’ll come with you.”

They went outside. All the shop owners were talking about the theft. Even the substitute pharmacist, Mr. Kirby, seemed concerned. Only Sylvia Pepper was absent.

She was in her shop, calmly putting a bouquet¹⁶ of yellow roses in water.

When she saw the Aldens, Sylvia said, “If it’s about dressing¹⁷ up as a clown tomorrow for the festival, I’ve already told your grandfather I won’t do it.”

“But did you tell him about who stole the statue?” Jessie asked.

Sylvia dropped a rose. “What are you talking about?”

“Surely you must know the Minuteman statue is gone,” Dawn said, gesturing toward the square. “It was stolen sometime today.”

“Why would I know anything about it?” Sylvia said defensively. “I’ve been in my shop all day.”

“Not the whole day.” Henry put the two photographs on the counter.

Sylvia turned pale. Her bright lipstick¹⁸ seemed redder.

“Would you like to explain?” Dawn demanded.

The florist¹⁹ sat down on a stool behind the counter. “I thought I could get away with it,” she said dully. “It was risky²⁰ taking the statue in the middle of the day. But I believed we could pull it off.”

“We, who?” Henry asked. “This man in the photo?”

“Yes,” replied Sylvia. “His name is Don. We went to college together.”

“Why did Don take the statue?” Benny asked. “It belongs to Greenfield.”

Sylvia told them that years ago when she was in college, she saw a copy of Franklin Bond’s sketch²¹ for the statue. She read the note about Josiah’s gift to the sculptor²².

“I never forgot about the secret compartment²³ in the drawing,” she explained. “I figured the gift — whatever it was — was hidden inside the statue.”

Sylvia moved to Greenfield and opened her florist shop. But business was not as good as she’d hoped it would be and Sylvia was in danger of losing her lease on the store.

“Every day I’d look out on the square and see that statue,” she said. “I knew it contained a secret.”

“And you decided²⁴ to take it,” Henry concluded.

Sylvia nodded. “Josiah Wade lived during the Revolutionary War. Whatever he gave Franklin Bond would be very old and valuable. Collectors pay good money for any kind of Revolutionary relic²⁵.”

“Like the things Rick Bass has in the museum,” Violet said.

Sylvia went on. “I asked my old friend Don to help me look for the statue’s secret. But I didn’t want anybody to suspect me, so we arranged a private signal.”

Benny slapped the counter. “The message photograph!”

“That’s right,” Sylvia said. “I learned that trick in a photography class. But then the photographs got all mixed up in the drugstore and I lost my message photo.”

“I had it,” Violet said. “And you figured it out. You took my camera that day.”

Sylvia frowned. “It wasn’t easy getting it back. I had to search all your belongings²⁶ before I found it.”

“What did the message mean?” Jessie said. “ ‘Move it the day before’?”

“The day before the festival,” Sylvia said. “Since a lot of activity would be going on in the square, I thought that would be a good time to steal the statue.”

“Why go to all that trouble?” Henry wanted to know. “Why not just call your friend and tell him about your plan?”

Sylvia shrugged²⁷. “I was afraid the call might be traced back to me.”

“Then you didn’t really mean it when you said the statue should be moved in front of your store,” Benny accused.

Sylvia smiled. “I just said that.”

“You’re the phantom vandal,” Violet said. “You painted the statue and switched the building numbers. You even wrecked²⁸ the decorations, didn’t you?”

“I had to stall for time while I looked for the message photograph,” Sylvia said. “Of course, I fired the original construction crew your grandfather hired. Don got a job as a construction worker and I hired his crew.”

Jessie thought of something. “You made that call to Grandfather about moving the statue, didn’t you?”

“Sure, to throw suspicion on Rick Bass. He never liked me, anyway,” Sylvia said sourly. “Nobody likes me.”

“We tried to,” Dawn told her. “Everyone in the square would have pitched in to help save your shop.”

“What do you care?” Sylvia said, tossing her head.

“The other night, after we worked on the wreaths,” Dawn said. “You thought I had gone home, but I saw you poking²⁹ around the statue.”

“We saw you!” Henry cried. “We were coming back for Jessie’s notebook. You ran.”

“I thought it was Sylvia coming back,” Dawn said. “I didn’t want her to think I was spying on her.”

Sylvia gave a sharp laugh. “Well, let me tell you what I was doing. I was looking for the secret compartment one last time.”

“The ribbon I found,” Benny said. “It was yours, not Dawn’s!” The scrap³⁰ of cloth matched the bows on the door wreaths. Sylvia had contributed those ribbons.

Dawn looked at the Aldens in surprise. “Did you think I was the vandal?”

Violet blushed. “Well . . . we knew you were in the drugstore the day the pictures were mixed up.”

“I was only in there a second,” Dawn said. “The place was so crowded, I left.”

“We couldn’t rule out anyone,” Henry told her, “until we got to the bottom of this. But we found the true culprit.”

The corners of Sylvia’s mouth turned down. “I really didn’t want to steal that stupid statue.”

A voice said behind them, “That’s too bad, Miss Pepper. You could have saved us all a lot of trouble.”

Violet turned at the voice. “Grandfather! Sylvia Pepper and her friend stole the statue!”

“I heard,” James Alden said, striding into the shop. A policeman was at his heels. “You’ll be happy to know, children, that the statue has been recovered.”