儿童英语读物 The Mystery at Peacock Hall CHAPTER 6 Gone!

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Jessie scooped¹ up the fragile scrap². “What’s this?”

“It fell out of the desk when you pulled the drawer,” Benny said.

The others gathered around to examine the paper.

“It looks really old,” Henry said, handling the paper carefully. “The writing is faded in some places.”

Benny turned his head sideways. “I can’t read that funny printing.”

“It’s not printing,” Jessie told him. “In the old days, people wrote in a fancy way.”

The children studied the paper in the lamplight, but no one could make out the wavery writing.

“Let’s take it downstairs and show Grandfather,” said Jessie. “I bet he can read it.”

They ran down the stairs to the living room.

Grandfather was just jumping one of Althea’s pieces. “King me,” he said. “What have you children got there?”

Jessie handed the yellowed paper to him. “We found this in an old desk. Can you read it?”

Grandfather pushed his glasses up on his nose. “This is very old, judging from the paper and ink. ‘Receipt for’ . . . something, something . . . ‘England.’ That’s all I can read.”

“Let me try,” Althea said, adjusting her own glasses. “Is that a date at the bottom? I can’t read it any better than you, James.”

“It’s obviously a receipt for an item. Possibly something bought in England,” Grandfather said. “Do you want to put this away, Althea?”

“Oh, heavens, let the children have it. They found it.” Althea rummaged³ in a drawer and gave Jessie an envelope. “Keep it in this, dear.”

Benny jumped up and down. “Is this the treasure?”

“I’m afraid not,” Henry said.

Violet felt her little brother’s disappointment. “Well find the treasure, Benny. We’ll just keep looking.”

“You children are exactly right!” Althea told them. “Tomorrow I’ll help you search for that old Randolph treasure. Now you’ve got me excited about it!”

Grandfather glanced at the mantel clock. “Tomorrow will be here sooner than you think. Run on up to bed and you’ll be fresh for the search in the morning.”

The children kissed their grandfather and Cousin Althea good night, then went upstairs.

As the clock struck nine, Jessie leaned over the banister to watch the little wooden figures in the clock. There were so many neat things in Peacock Hall.

“We have to save this house,” she said solemnly. “We just have to.”

The next morning, Grandfather left early for town. Althea cooked breakfast, then insisted on cleaning up.

“You children take a walk before you start poking⁴ around this dusty old place. Enjoy the sunshine!”

Henry had an idea. “We’ll show Tate the old paper from the desk. Maybe he knows what it is. He’s worked here a long time.”

Outside they found Tate pulling weeds from the tulip border. Violet admired the colors of the tulips — yellow and bright red. Her fingers itched⁵ to paint the scene.

“Hi,” Henry said to the old man.

“Oh.” The gardener didn’t even look up from his task. “It’s you kids.”

“We want to show you something we found.” Jessie pulled the yellowed paper from the envelope she stored it in. “It was in a desk on the second floor. Do you know what it is?”

Tate squinted⁶ at the faded paper. “Looks like Latin,” he said after a moment. “Never studied Latin. Can’t read a word of it.”

“It’s not Latin,” Henry told him. “Grandfather read a few words and they’re in English.”

Tate handed the paper back to Jessie. “I don’t have time for riddles⁷, miss. I’ve got to get these weeds out before they choke the tulips.”

Kneeling, Benny stroked the velvety⁸ petal⁹ of a yellow tulip. “How come nobody picks these?”

Tate rocked back on his heels. “Good question, young man. In the old days, my flowers would be in vases all over the house. But now it’s just Mrs. Randolph and me. And we don’t bother cutting flowers. It’s all we can do to keep the roof from falling in!”

“Tell us about the old days,” Jessie said. “What was it like? Was the yard pretty?”

“Oh, it was grand!” Tate answered, warming to the subject. “And the Randolphs gave fancy parties. At night, the driveway was lined with Japanese lanterns. They sparkled like fireflies!”

“Did a lot of people come?” Violet asked.

“You bet! Roscoe Janney loved to visit. When he was about your age, Benny, he’d follow me around like a puppy dog. He always wanted to live in Peacock Hall.”

Benny couldn’t believe Roscoe Janney was ever his age! Cousin Althea’s great-nephew was no fun at all!

“Do you know anything about the treasure?” Henry asked.

Tate bent¹⁰ to his chore again. “I don’t have time for foolishness.”

Henry wondered why the old man was friendly one minute and unfriendly the next.

Benny wandered over to the empty fish pond. Climbing over the crumbling¹¹ ledge¹², he stood next to the goldfish fountain. The statue stood on its tail. Water was supposed to spout¹³ from the open mouth.

Rubbing his fingers over the carved scales, Benny felt something. He looked closer.

Two letters had been scratched in the granite¹⁴ — R.J.

Roscoe Janney.

“Look what I found!” he cried, waving the others over.

“I bet those are Roscoe Janney’s initials,” Henry said.

“Good work, Benny,” Violet said. “That proves what Tate was saying — that Roscoe came here a lot when he was a kid.”

“But why would he carve his initials on the fish statue?” Benny wondered.

Henry replied, “It’s a way of saying, ‘I was here.’ ”

Violet touched the marks on the statue. “I wonder if this was Roscoe’s way of saying, ‘This is mine.’ ”

Jessie remembered the way Roscoe had guiltily left the restaurant last night. “You may have a point, Violet. I bet Roscoe is up to something. He seems to want to buy Peacock Hall pretty badly. Tate said Roscoe loved the house.”

“Do you think Tate was our prowler?” Violet asked. “He has ladders and things in his garden shed.”

Jessie pulled the scrap of denim¹⁵ from her pocket. “We still don’t know about those jeans on the clothesline. They might be hanging up now. I’d like to compare this piece of material to the hole.”

Henry nodded.

The children hurried across the lawn to the smokehouse. The peacock was scratching around the pen, but paid no attention to the Aldens.

“Why won’t the big one put his tail up?” Benny asked. He still longed to have a peacock feather.

“He only does it to show off in front of the peahen,” Jessie replied. “And she’s not around.”

“Well, he could show off in front of us,” Benny said.

Henry laughed. “I think he does, sometimes. Peacocks are vain birds. They like to be admired.”

Benny wondered if the peacock knew the secret of the house. After all, the place was named after the bird.

By now they had rounded the corner of the smokehouse. Sure enough, clean laundry flapped in the spring breeze.

Violet stared at the clothes pegged¹⁶ to the line. Shirts, jeans, socks — all for someone about her size.

“That shirt,” she said suddenly. “The red-striped one near the end — David was wearing it when he ran from us.”

“You’re right!” Jessie exclaimed. “These are David’s clothes! I wonder why David’s laundry is hanging on a line at Tate’s house.”

Just then Tate himself hustled¹⁷ around the corner.

“What are you kids doing around this place? Didn’t I tell you to stay away?”

“We just —” Benny began.

But Tate wouldn’t let him finish. “Go on!” he yelled. “You don’t have any business around here!”

“Let’s go,” Henry said to the others. There was no point in arguing. Tate would only get angrier, he figured. “There’s only one way to clear up this mystery.”

Violet caught on instantly. “Go back to Heather’s stand! She can tell us why David’s clothes are here.”

It didn’t take them long to hike across the dandelion-dotted field.

But the stand was deserted¹⁸.

No wreaths decorated the front, no bunches of fragrant¹⁹ herbs hung invitingly²⁰ from the rafters. Heather and David were nowhere in sight.

“They’re gone!” Violet cried.

Jessie ran her hand over the board counter. “It’s as if they were never here. What happened to them?”

“They must be in Tate’s smokehouse,” Henry concluded.

“David’s clothes are at the smokehouse,” Jessie corrected. “We don’t know where Heather and David are.”

Henry turned toward the path across the field. “We don’t have time to solve this mystery. Not if we want to help Cousin Althea keep Peacock Hall.”

Grandfather was pulling into the driveway as the children crossed the lawn.

“You look like you have news,” he said to them.

“We do,” said Henry. “We went to Heather’s stand, but it’s empty. And Heather and David are gone.”

Grandfather sighed. “I saw Heather Olsen at the courthouse earlier today. She was arguing with someone in the license²¹ bureau. Apparently²² she doesn’t have a business license and someone reported her to the county. County officials shut down her stand.”

Jessie glanced at Violet. They knew who reported Heather — nosy²³ Marlene Sanders.

“So she’s out of business?” Henry asked.

“Until she obtains a proper license, I’m afraid so,” Grandfather said.

Benny frowned. “But that’s not fair. I like Heather.”

“I like her, too,” Grandfather said. “But some things in life aren’t fair.”

Jessie glanced up at Peacock Hall. Cousin Althea was on the verge²⁴ of losing her home. And they were running out of time. Some things were definitely not fair.

As if reading his sister’s mind, Benny said, “Let’s get back to looking for the treasure. Today well find it!”

As they went into the house, Violet said, “We have so many things to look for — Heather and David, the treasure. And all we’ve found is an old piece of paper nobody can read!”

“Let’s see the paper again, Jessie,” Henry said.

Jessie pulled out the envelope. “I still can’t make heads or tails out of it.”

“Heads or tails?” Benny echoed.

“It’s an expression,” Jessie explained. “It means it’s a mystery to me!”

“What’s a mystery?” boomed a voice from the doorway²⁵.

The Aldens looked up to see Roscoe Janney striding into the room.

“What’s a mystery?” the young man repeated, smiling.

Jessie didn’t trust that smile. “Uh — nothing,” she said, slipping the old receipt into a drawer behind her.

Henry knew what she was doing. “We were just wondering why the sun comes up in the east,” he said as a distraction²⁶. “It’s a mystery to us!”

“Not really. You see, the earth rotates around the sun —” Then Roscoe laughed. “It’s too nice a day to think about science. That’s why I came by.”

“Why did you come by?” Althea asked, entering the room with Grandfather.

“To take you and your guests on an outing,” Roscoe said. “To Natural Bridge! It’ll be fun!”

“I guess that’ll be all right,” Grandfather said.

Henry was suspicious of Roscoe Janney. He was too nice, all of a sudden. Did Roscoe see Jessie hide the receipt?

If Roscoe was with them on a trip, he couldn’t do any harm, Henry decided²⁷.

But the Aldens would keep an eye on Althea’s great-nephew.