儿童英语读物 The Creature in Ogopogo Lake CHAPTER 9 Getting Warmer

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“Abby told me about a family park nearby,” Grandfather said over breakfast the next morning. “They have bumper¹ boats and go-karts and miniature golfing. Anybody interested in checking it out?”

“That’d be great!” cried Benny, his eyes shining.

Henry agreed. “That’s a super idea, Grandfather,” he said, every bit as excited as his little brother. “Besides, we could use a break from detective work.” The four Alden children had puzzled and puzzled over the latest riddle². But by the time they’d gone to bed, they still hadn’t come up with any answers.

“I promised Abby I’d join her for a cup of coffee before we leave,” said Grandfather, taking the blueberry muffins that Violet passed to him. “But it won’t take long.”

After breakfast, the four Alden children cleared the table and washed the dishes while Grandfather had coffee with Abby.

“Let’s take your notebook with us, Jessie,” suggested Violet, who was giving the counters a once-over. “We can try to figure out the riddle on the drive.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” Henry agreed. “We really don’t have time to take a break from this mystery.”

“I put the notebook in my backpack,” said Jessie, glancing around the room. “Now … where did I leave the backpack?”

Violet looked around, too. “Maybe it’s outside. The last time I remember seeing it was when we were painting the signs.”

Benny was already halfway³ to the door. “I bet we left it by that big tree.”

The Aldens wasted no time checking it out. Sure enough, Jessie’s denim⁴ backpack was leaning up against the trunk of the old elm tree.

“It’s right where we left—oh, no!” Benny exclaimed.

“What in the world …?” Violet cried out at the same time.

The four Aldens stared in astonishment⁵. The words MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS—OR ELSE! had been painted in purple across one of the signboards.

Henry gave a low whistle. “Somebody sure doesn’t want us looking for that treasure.”

Benny’s eyes were huge. “Who do you think …?”

“Could be anybody,” Jessie broke in as she fished through the denim backpack for her notebook.

Henry used a stick to pry⁶ open the lid on the can of Goldenrod Yellow. “It’ll take more than a message in purple to get us to back off,” he said. Then he grabbed a paint brush and slapped a thick coat of Goldenrod Yellow over the words.

“It’s gone!” Jessie suddenly cried out.

Henry looked up. “What’s gone?”

“Are you talking about your notebook, Jessie?” Violet wanted to know.

Jessie shook her head. “My notebook is here, but … the photograph is gone!”

“Are you positive you left it in your backpack?” Henry wanted to make sure.

“Yes,” said Jessie. “It was right in this zippered⁷ pocket with the notebook.”

“I don’t understand.” Violet frowned. “It couldn’t just disappear.”

“It could if somebody stole it,” Benny said. “And I bet it was the same person who left that message.”

“Oh, Benny!” Violet exclaimed. “Why would anyone steal an old photograph of cats?”

“Unless,” Jessie remarked, “he—or she— knew the photo held a clue to the treasure.”

“Uh-oh,” said Benny.

Henry looked over at his little brother. “What is it, Benny?”

“Rilla Washburn knew about the clue,” Benny said in a quiet voice. “I gave away top-secret information when we saw her in town. Remember?”

“That’s okay, Benny,” Jessie assured him. “At least the thief didn’t take my notebook.”

The children forgot all about the mystery for a while when they got to the amusement park. They rode the bumper boats and the go-karts and did some wall climbing. Even Grandfather joined them for a game of miniature golf. Everyone had a wonderful time—at least until they were heading back to the resort. When they stopped at a cafe for lunch, Grandfather told them the news.

“It seems Abby’s made up her mind,” he said after the waitress had brought their food. They’d all ordered the special—cold turkey sandwiches, homemade potato chips, and root beer. “She’s decided⁸ to sell the Ogopogo Resort.”

“What …?” Benny almost choked on a potato chip.

“Oh, no!” Violet cried at the same time.

“I’m afraid it’s true,” said Grandfather. As he took a sip⁹ of root beer, the ice cubes clinked in the glass. “She told me this morning.”

The four Aldens looked at each other in dismay. They’d been so sure they’d find the treasure in time!

Grandfather swallowed a bite of his sandwich. “She’s planning to put in a call to her real estate agent today.”

“Today?” Henry winced¹⁰.

“Abby’s made up her mind,” said Grandfather. “I told her I’d look over the sales contract with her. It’s important to check out the small print.”

Benny frowned. “But we were getting warmer.”

Grandfather smiled at his youngest grandson. “I know you were hoping to save the day, Benny,” he said. “But things don’t always work out the way we plan.”

Violet let out a sigh. “I just wish things weren’t working out the way Rilla planned.”

“Abby hasn’t sold the resort yet, Violet,” Jessie reminded her, before crunching¹² into a potato chip.

“That’s true,” said Henry. “And we haven’t given up yet, have we?”

“No!” the other Aldens almost shouted.

True to their word, the moment they got back to the resort, the four children turned their attention once again to the latest riddle.

To refresh their memories, Jessie pulled out her notebook and began to recite, Backwards¹³ or forwards, / from left or from right, / it’s always the same, / by day or by night.

Nobody said anything. They were deep in thought as they continued to paint signs.

“I still don’t get it,” Benny said, dipping his brush into the can of Lavender Mist. “What’s the same backwards or forwards?”

Violet couldn’t help laughing when she looked over at her little brother. “Oh, Benny!” she said. “You look like you’ve been face-painting.”

The youngest Alden had a smear¹⁴ of Goldenrod Yellow on his chin, a drop of Dragonfly Blue on the tip of his nose, and a splattering of Lavender Mist on his forehead.

“Paint likes my face,” said Benny, making them all laugh.

“I think paint likes your clothes, too,” Henry joked, making them laugh even harder.

Just then, they heard the crunch¹¹ of tires on gravel¹⁵. They looked over to see Max getting out of his car. Smiling, he came across the grass, carrying a package under his arm.

“Great job!” He looked down at the signs approvingly. “They’ll be real easy to spot now.”

Benny gave him a half-hearted smile. “It won’t really matter.”

“Yeah, I heard the news.” Max stopped smiling. “I kept hoping Abby wouldn’t sell, but …” His words trailed away.

“We were all hoping Abby wouldn’t sell,” put in Jessie.

“Listen,” said Max. He lowered his voice as if about to share a secret. “I could use your opinion on something.” Taking the package from under his arm, he tore away the wrapping. “What do you think?” he asked, holding up a painting in a wood frame.

“That’s a picture of this place,” Benny realized. “And you can even see Ogopogo Lake in the background.”

Max looked puzzled. “Ogopogo Lake?”

“That’s what Benny calls Okanagan Lake,” Jessie explained.

“It’s a beautiful painting,” said Violet, taking a closer look. The watercolor showed a row of cabins nestled amongst the trees, with a lake in the background. “Oh—look at the bottom corner!”

“That’s Patch O’Brien’s signature.” Max was beaming.

Henry gave Max a questioning look. “Abby’s friend painted that?”

Max nodded. “I found it in our cabin—shoved in the back of a closet,” he said. “I got it framed to surprise Abby.”

“She’ll love it,” Jessie said, and the others nodded.

“You think the frame’s okay, then?” Max wanted to know.

Violet said, “That dark wood is perfect for the painting.”

“I thought so, too,” said Max, looking relieved. “At first, I thought a gold frame would be best. But then, on a hunch¹⁶, I went with the dark wood.”

The Aldens exchanged glances. A gold frame? That must have been the phone conversation they’d overheard.

“I’ll give it to Abby tonight,” Max went on, “after Rilla Washburn leaves. I’m hoping this little surprise will cheer her up a bit.”

Violet nodded in sudden understanding. That’s what Max had meant about keeping things hush-hush. He had wanted the painting to be a surprise.

“Our lips are sealed,” Henry promised.

“Looks like that’s one suspect we can cross off our list,” Jessie said when Max was out of earshot.

Nodding, Violet smiled a little. She knew Max could never be Rilla’s partner in crime.

“I’m almost finished here,” Henry said, dabbing¹⁷ his brush into Dragonfly Blue paint.

“Me, too,” said Jessie.

“Violet and I just have the letters for OGOPOGO left,” Benny put in. “We already did RESORT.”

“How about this, Benny?” said Violet. “Ill paint the letters O—G—O at the beginning, and you paint the letters O—G—O at the end.”

“Sure,” Benny agreed. “And we can both do the letter P in the middle.”

Violet couldn’t help laughing. “Did you notice? OGOPOGO is spelled the same both ways.”

Benny took another look. “Hey, you’re right, Violet!” he said in surprise. “That’s kind of funny, isn’t it?”

“It’s called a palindrome,” said Jessie.

“A palin-what?” Benny asked.

“Palindrome,” Jessie repeated. “That’s a word that’s spelled the same backwards or—”

“Forwards!” finished Henry, snapping his fingers. He sounded excited.

Violet and Benny looked over at their older brother and sister, puzzled.

“Remember the riddle?” Jessie explained, slapping Henry a high-five. “Backwards or forwards, / from left or from right, / it’s always the same, / by day or by night.”

“Wait a minute,” cried Benny. “Ogopogo is the answer to the riddle? Is that what you mean, Jessie?”

Jessie nodded. “That’s exactly what I mean, Benny.”

“Yeah!” shouted the youngest Alden. So did the others.

“But what does Ogopogo have to do with the treasure?” Violet wondered.

Benny’s face lit up. “I bet the treasure’s hidden in one of Ogopogo’s underwater caves!”

“Could be,” said Henry. “But I have a feeling it’s closer than that.”

“Do you think it’s on the property somewhere, Henry?” Violet wanted to know.

Henry didn’t seem to hear the question. He was busy fishing around in the can of purple paint. “That’s weird,” he said. “There’s something floating in here.”

Curious, the other Aldens moved closer. Henry removed a small object from the can. It was dripping with paint.

“What is that?” Benny wanted to know.

“I’m not sure.” Henry reached for a rag to wipe away the paint. “Looks like jewelry¹⁸.”

“What’s jewelry doing in a can of purple paint?” Benny asked as Henry held up a long, dangly¹⁹ earring²⁰.

“Wait a minute,” said Violet, leaning in closer. “Are those green stones?”

Henry grabbed the rag and gave the earring another once-over. “Yeah, the stones are definitely green.”

Jessie turned to her younger sister. “What are you thinking, Violet?”

“It looks familiar,” Violet said. “I’ve seen that earring somewhere before.”

Just then, another car pulled into the driveway. They watched as Rilla Washburn climbed out and made a beeline for the gift shop.

“Of course!” Violet cried. “Rilla was wearing the same earrings²¹. When we ran into her in town, I mean.”

“Are you sure about that, Violet?” Henry asked.

Violet nodded her head up and down. “I remember how well the stones matched her dress.”

“But … how did Rilla’s earring get into the paint?” Benny wanted to know.

Henry had an answer. “It probably fell in when she was leaving that message.”

“Right before she stole the picture of Patch’s cats out of Jessie’s backpack,” added Violet.

“You think Rilla is the person who left the message telling us to mind our own business—or else, and stole the picture?” asked Jessie.

“It had to be her,” Henry insisted. “How else can you explain her earring getting into the paint?”

“Shouldn’t we tell Abby?” Benny wondered.

“The problem is,” Jessie told her little brother, “we can’t prove the earring belongs to Rilla.”

“And she’d never admit it was hers,” added Violet. “Otherwise, she’d have to explain how it got into the paint.”

“Maybe she doesn’t even know that’s what happened,” Henry said. “Let’s tell her we found her earring and see what happens.”