The Mystery of the Secret Message: The Boxcar Children Mysteries #55 [NOOK Book]

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The Aldens discover that someone wants to ruin the Winter Festival when they find a secret message in a set of photos they developed.
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The Aldens discover that someone wants to ruin the Winter Festival when they find a secret message in a set of photos they developed.
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  • ISBN-13: 9781453213599
  • Publisher: Whitman, Albert & Company
  • Publication date: 5/3/2011
  • Series: Boxcar Children Series , #55
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: AWC eISBN 978-0-8075-9648-7
  • Pages: 128
  • Sales rank: 304,821
  • Age range: 7 - 12 Years
  • File size: 3 MB

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The Mystery of the Secret Message


By GERTRUDE CHANDLER WARNER, Charles Tang

ALBERT WHITMAN & Company

Copyright © 1996 Albert Whitman & Company
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4532-1359-9



CHAPTER 1

The Mysterious Photograph

Apple or pumpkin?" Jessie Alden asked her little brother as they sat in Cooke's Drugstore reading the menu.

Six-year-old Benny squeezed his eyes shut. It was hard to choose. He liked both kinds of pie. In fact, he liked all kinds of pie!

"Mrs. McGregor made us a pumpkin pie last week," he said, opening his eyes. "So ... apple!"

"Good choice, Benny," agreed Grandfather Alden. "I'll also have apple pie."

"Me, too," echoed ten-year-old Violet in her soft voice.

'I'll have the same," Jessie said briskly. An orderly twelve-year-old, she rarely had trouble making up her mind. "What about you, Henry?"

At fourteen, Henry was the oldest of the Alden children. When their parents died years ago, Henry helped care for his younger brother and sisters.

Now Henry studied the other items on the menu. Then he closed the plastic-covered folder and announced, "I'm having something different."

Benny stared at his older brother. It wasn't like Henry to order something different from the rest of the Aldens.

"What are you getting?" he asked.

"Apple pie with ice cream!" Henry laughed at the surprise on Benny's face.

Mrs. Turner bustled over to clear away their lunch dishes. "Has anybody left room for dessert?" she asked with a knowing wink.

"Five apple pies," said Grandfather Alden. "One with a big scoop of vanilla ice cream, if it's not too much trouble."

"It's always a pleasure to wait on the Aldens," the waitress said with a hearty laugh.

"And it's always a pleasure to come here," Grandfather said, smiling.

Cooke's Drugstore was one of Greenfield's oldest establishments. The Aldens often stopped in for ice cream sundaes and little things like suntan lotion.

On one side of the store was a long lunch counter with red leather stools. The pharmacy counter stood opposite. A big plate glass window looked out on the town square.

"You know," said Jessie, "this place reminds me of our boxcar."

"It does!" said Violet. "It's long like our boxcar."

"Only our boxcar doesn't have seats that move," said Benny, spinning his stool. "Or a milk shake machine."

Henry laughed. "It's a good thing! You'd be fixing milk shakes anytime you wanted one!"

"I could make milk shakes and sell them from our boxcar," Benny said. "The boxcar could be my drugstore."

"The boxcar can be anything we want it to be," Violet said.

The Alden children spoke fondly of their old home. After they were orphaned, they moved into an abandoned railroad car. When their grandfather found them, he brought the children and their boxcar to his big Connecticut home.

The boxcar held a place of honor in the backyard. The children played in it when they weren't off on another exciting adventure with their grandfather.

Mrs. Turner set a tray of apple pies on the counter. "Sorry this took so long," she said. "But I had to sign for a parcel." She lowered her voice. "I'll sure be glad when Mr. Cooke gets back. That substitute knows about medicine, but he doesn't know much about running this drugstore."

Jessie watched the substitute druggist measure pills into a bottle. Mr. Kirby was a young man with black, bushy hair and thick eyebrows. His hand shook as he poured, causing the pills to rattle.

"He's awfully nervous," Henry observed. "I wonder why."

"You should see the back room," said Mrs. Turner. "Looks like a cyclone hit it. Cartons and mail everyplace. Mr. Cooke will have a fit when he sees the mess."

Grandfather held out his coffee cup for a refill. "I hope John comes back soon from visiting his mother. The Winter Festival is Saturday. Only five days away."

The waitress shook her head. "I don't expect Mr. Cooke back anytime soon. His mother is better, but she's still in the hospital."

James Alden sighed. "We need every member of the town council. There's a lot of work to do."

"We'll help," Benny volunteered.

"I'll take you up on that offer," Grandfather said, smiling. "In fact, we'll start tomorrow. The four of you could clean the Minuteman statue."

"Okay. The Winter Festival sounds like fun," Violet said. "I hope everybody comes."

"That reminds me," Mrs. Turner said. "Your poster isn't up." She called across the room, "Mr. Kirby, did you put up the festival poster?"

The druggist frowned, drawing his bushy brows together. "Mrs. Turner, I have better things to do than hang posters."

"But the festival is important!" Benny said.

James Alden added, "We're trying to raise money to make repairs in the town square. It's a worthy cause."

Henry spotted a corner of orange card-board beneath a pile of advertising circulars. "Here's the poster," he declared. "If you give me some tape, I'll hang it."

The waitress handed him a roll of tape. "Put it on the door. That way everybody will see it."

"I'll help you, Henry." Violet slid off her stool and held the poster against the door. Henry secured the corners with tape.

"'Fun for everyone,'" Violet read. "'Handicraft booths, refreshments, games, and prizes.'"

"I hope I win a prize," Benny said, scraping up the last of his pie.

"I hope we raise a lot of money," said his grandfather. "Josiah Wade will topple in the middle of the square if we don't replace his base soon."

The statue of Josiah Wade had guarded the center of Greenfield Square for as long as anyone could remember. With his musket at his side, the Revolutionary War hero stood staunchly on a base of granite blocks.

"The base is crumbling," Jessie said, looking out the window. "Little pieces of rock have fallen off."

"After the festival, we'll have a new base made for the statue," said Grandfather. "But the town still has to decide whether to move Old Josiah."

"Why move it?" asked Violet. She liked the statue just where it was. The Minuteman wasn't very tall — just a little taller than Grandfather — and it was nice to lean against while eating an ice-cream cone.

"Some people would like to repave the square," answered Grandfather. "And put a fountain where the statue is."

"Where would the statue go?" Henry asked, returning the roll of tape to Mrs. Turner.

Grandfather shrugged. "That's another question. But first the town must vote whether or not to move the statue. As director of the festival, I'll announce the result the day of the festival."

The ballot box was mounted outside the door of the drugstore. The wooden box had a slot in its hinged lid. Voters slipped ballots into the slot.

"I sent in my ballot," said Mrs. Turner. "Guess which way I voted."

Benny swung around on his stool to face her. "You're not supposed to tell! A vote is secret!"

The other Aldens laughed. Benny was famous for not keeping secrets.

"It's no secret," said the waitress. "Both Mr. Cooke and I want to keep old Josiah in the square where he belongs."

"What about you, Mr. Kirby?" Henry asked the druggist. "What do you think we should do with the statue? Leave it in the square or move it?"

Mr. Kirby said, "I don't live in this town. So it doesn't matter to me. I'm only here until Mr. Cooke returns."

"You can still vote," Benny told him. He felt everyone should be concerned about the fate of the statue.

Grandfather paid the bill. Then he said to the children, "We've got a lot of festival work to do. We'd better get started."

"At least Mrs. McGregor won't have to feed us lunch," said Jessie. Mrs. McGregor was their housekeeper.

It was so chilly out that Violet had worn her warm, purple jacket. As they went outside, she put her hands in her jacket pockets. Her fingers touched a scrap of paper.

"My pictures!" she said. "I forgot to pick up my photographs. That's the main reason we ate lunch at the drugstore."

Ever since Grandfather gave Violet a camera, she had become the family photographer.

Grandfather handed Violet a ten-dollar bill. "You children go back inside and pick them up. I'm going next door to talk to Miss Pepper about the festival."

"Back again?" Mrs. Turner said when the Aldens pushed through the door. "Need a refill on pie?"

Benny giggled. "Violet forgot to pick up her pictures."

Violet went up to the pharmacy counter. "Here's my ticket, Mr. Kirby."

Mr. Kirby frowned at the ticket. "Yes, there was a shipment from the photo lab earlier this morning. If I can remember where I put those envelopes —"

"They're right where you left them," Mrs. Turner said. "In the back room on the table."

Mr. Kirby disappeared into the back and came out again with a white envelope.

"That'll be nine ninety-five," he told Violet.

"Thank you," she said. After receiving her change, she hurried outside. Looking at her photos was always an exciting moment.

Benny was even more impatient. "Where are the pictures of me?" he asked eagerly, patting Violet on her arm.

"Benny, don't jiggle my arm," Violet said, laughing. "I can't open the envelope."

"Let's go over by the statue," Jessie suggested. "Then we can all look at them."

They moved to the center of the square. The statue's base was crumbling, but it was still a good place to sit.

Violet opened the white envelope and thumbed through her photographs.

"Oh, that's a cute picture of Watch," Jessie commented. Watch was the Alden family's dog.

"This one didn't turn out." Violet wrinkled her nose at a picture of Grandfather. She had accidentally cut off his feet in the shot.

Then she came across something that made her gasp.

"What is it?" Henry asked.

Violet held up a photograph.

"This isn't mine," she said. "I never took this picture."

CHAPTER 2

Mixed-up Pictures

The others gathered around to see Violet's mysterious photograph, which was of the town square. In the center was the Minuteman statue.

"Are you sure you didn't take this?" Jessie asked her sister.

Violet shook her head. "I didn't take any shots in town."

Henry pointed to an odd blank space in the upper half of the photograph. The white space cut off the top of Josiah Wade's upraised musket.

"What happened there?" Henry asked.

Violet knew a little about the developing process. "The film might have been underexposed," she replied.

"What does that mean?" asked Benny.

"Something could have been wrong with the film. Or maybe there wasn't enough light that day. One thing for sure," Violet added firmly, "this is definitely not my picture."

"Check and see if you're missing a picture," Henry said. "How many were on that roll?"

"Twelve." Violet quickly counted her stack of photographs. "There are thirteen pictures here, so I'm not missing any."

"We should take the extra picture back to the drugstore," Jessie said. "Maybe Mr. Kirby knows who it belongs to."

Just then Grandfather came out of Sylvia's Blooms, the florist shop next door to Cooke's Drugstore. A tall, dark-haired woman walked out with him, talking all the while.

When Grandfather saw the Aldens, he waved them over.

"You children remember Miss Pepper?" he asked.

The Alden children nodded politely and said hello.

Sylvia Pepper was hard to forget, Jessie thought. The woman had shiny black hair pulled back in a tight bun. Red-rimmed glasses framed her snapping dark eyes. Scarlet lipstick matched her silk dress.

Ignoring the children, Sylvia went on with her conversation.

"Don't you agree, Mr. Alden?" she demanded.

"Well — I —" Grandfather began.

"My building is one of the oldest in Greenfield," she said, waving scarlet-tipped fingers as she talked. "It would be logical to put the Minuteman statue in front of my store, don't you think?"

"I really can't say," Grandfather said. "It's up to the townspeople to decide whether the statue will be moved."

"I'd plant flowers around the statue," Sylvia rattled on, not listening. "Wouldn't pink petunias be nice?"

Jessie started to giggle. The thought of Josiah Wade, Greenfield's Revolutionary War hero, standing in a tub of pink petunias was just too funny.

When Sylvia looked at her sharply, Jessie turned the laugh into a cough.

"We'll know if the statue will be moved the day of the festival," Grandfather told Sylvia. "Thanks for displaying our poster in your window."

"Don't forget I'm also donating decorations for the festival," Sylvia reminded him. "I hope you'll remember that when you decide where to move the statue."

"We don't want to move the statue," Benny piped up. "We like it in the square. It's always been there."

Sylvia Pepper noticed him for the first time. "Well, it's time for a change. That's the trouble with this town. Everything has been exactly the same for the last two hundred years."

"I think that's what's great about Greenfield," said a new voice. "That's why I moved my business here."

Everyone turned to see a slender woman coming across the square. She wore jeans and a bright orange sweater. A yellow scarf held back her long blond ponytail.

"Miss Wellington," Grandfather greeted. "I don't believe you've met my grandchildren. This is Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny."

"Are you the new photographer?" Violet asked. Grandfather had told her a professional photographer was coming to Greenfield.

"Yes, I am. And please call me Dawn," she said. "I don't have my sign up yet, but my studio is open."

Violet stared at the small building on the other side of Cooke's Drugstore. It was nice having a real photographer in town. Maybe Dawn would give her some pointers.

"What do you think about the statue?" Henry asked Dawn. "Should we move it?"

"I'm new here," the young woman replied, "but I believe the statue ought to stay in the square. It belongs there."

"We think so, too!" Benny answered for the Aldens. "But Miss Pepper doesn't!"

"Benny," Grandfather said. "We're all entitled to our own opinions."

Sylvia Pepper turned a dull red. "Well!" she said huffily. "Some people can stand around gabbing all day, but I've got a business to run!"

With that, she wheeled and went inside her shop, slamming the door.

"Gosh, I hope I didn't make her mad," Dawn said. "I'd like us to be friends."

"I'm sure you will," Grandfather said smoothly. "Sylvia can be a little forceful at times, but that's just her way."

"I have to get back to work myself," said Dawn, heading toward her studio. "Please come see me. I love company."

Grandfather checked his watch. "I still have to visit Reit's Jewelry this afternoon."

"And we have to go back in the drugstore," Violet told him. She hadn't forgotten about the strange photograph.

"When you're finished, meet me in front of town hall," Grandfather said, striding across the square.

The Aldens went back into Cooke's Drugstore. Mrs. Turner was unpacking a carton of first-aid supplies.

Mr. Kirby was talking in a low voice on the phone. When he saw the children, he spoke a few terse words into the receiver and hung up.

Violet put the packet of photographs on his counter. "Mr. Kirby, one of the pictures in this envelope isn't mine."

"What do you mean?" the druggist asked, rather impatiently.

Henry figured Mr. Kirby thought they were wasting his time. "Violet counted her pictures," he said. "She took twelve photographs and there are thirteen in the envelope."

"Let's see it," said Mr. Kirby with a sigh. Violet slid the strange photograph out of the envelope. "Not very interesting, is it?" he remarked critically.

Now Mrs. Turner came over. "I bet that picture fell out when the envelopes got all mixed up."

"Mixed up?" Henry repeated. "What happened?"

"The man who makes the photo deliveries came at a bad time this morning," Mr. Kirby explained. "The store was crowded with people and other deliveries. The photo lab man tripped and dropped the box."

"Envelopes flew everywhere," Mrs. Turner put in, shaking her head. "Mr. Cooke would never leave boxes in the aisle."

Mr. Kirby frowned at her. "Everyone pitched in and helped sort out the envelopes. Several customers had come in to pick up their photographs."

"The picture probably fell out of another envelope," Jessie suggested. "And that person hasn't picked up his or her pictures yet."

Mrs. Turner shook her head. "Nope. The bin where we keep the photo deliveries is empty. Violet, you were the last person to pick up photographs from this delivery."

"Then we don't know who lost this." Violet tucked the mysterious photograph into her own envelope. "If anyone reports a missing picture, please let me know."

"I'm sure no one will claim that dull picture," Mr. Kirby said, turning away.

"Thanks anyway," Henry said. When they left the store, he added, "Boy, that guy's sure not much help. I'll be glad when Mr. Cooke comes back."

Jessie glanced back through the window. Mr. Kirby was dialing the phone again.

"He couldn't wait to get us out of there," she said. "I guess he didn't want us to hear his phone conversation."

"I don't think he likes kids," said Benny as they crossed the square to the town hall building.

Henry agreed. "I think you're right, Benny. Mr. Kirby is one of those grown-ups who is impatient around kids. Like nothing we say or do is important. Some grown-ups are like that."

"I hope you don't mean me," said a cheerful voice behind them. "Am I one of those awful grown-ups?"

Benny recognized the young man first. "Mr. Bass!" he exclaimed. "You're not awful!"

Rick Bass pretended to wipe his forehead. "Whew! For a minute there, I was worried you thought I was an old grouch."

Jessie laughed. Rick Bass could never be an old grouch. He was too young, for one thing. And he was always smiling. His chestnut hair was the same color as the leaves blowing across the square today.


(Continues...)

Excerpted from The Mystery of the Secret Message by GERTRUDE CHANDLER WARNER, Charles Tang. Copyright © 1996 Albert Whitman & Company. Excerpted by permission of ALBERT WHITMAN & Company.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Contents

CHAPTER,
1 The Mysterious Photograph,
2 Mixed-up Pictures,
3 The Hidden Message,
4 Caught Red-handed!,
5 The Phantom in the Town Square,
6 The Phantom Strikes Again,
7 The Greenfield Spy,
8 A Scrap of Red,
9 Vanished into Thin Air!,
10 The Surprise in the Statue,
About the Author,

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