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  Everyone trooped upstairs to check the apartment. Henry handed the police officer Miss Chase’s crumpled note. “Maybe somebody saw this on the door and somehow got into the apartment when they figured out no one was here.”

  “We saw a person run from the bookshop doorway when we went out to the front sidewalk,” Jessie added. “Maybe the person went up to the apartment, down the stairs into the bookshop, then out the front door to the street.”

  “Man or woman?” the police officer asked.

  “It was too dark to tell,” Henry explained. “And the person was halfway down the block by the time we put two and two together. Sorry.”

  The two officers turned on the lights and led everyone through the apartment. “Just walk through and tell me if you see anything out of place since you left,” one of the officersadvised.

  Miss Chase and the Aldens checked each room. Nothing seemed disturbed in any way. The drawers were all shut. Miss Chase’s jewelry box and silverware were neatly in their places. Even Benny’s stuffed animal, Stockings, was propped up on the cot on the sleeping porch, exactly where Benny had placed him that morning.

  “We’ll cruise around the block a few times during the night,” one of the officers told Miss Chase, “just in case.”

  “Good night. Thank you for coming,” Miss Chase said.

  “No problem,” one of the police officers said. “Often kids see things that turn out to be nothing. And everybody forgets to lock their doors once in a while. Why, if I had a dollar for every time somebody called up. . . .”

  “Good night, Officer,” Miss Chase said, this time a little more firmly.

  “The police didn’t believe us,” Benny said after they had gone. “Just because we’re kids.”

  Miss Chase patted Benny’s hand. “Well, I believe you, Benny. I can see the police have made up their minds that I left my apartment unlocked. We’ll just have to be extra careful about keeping our eyes and ears open to see if there really is someone snooping around here. We’ll be very busy with the book sale and all, but that would be a good time to be on the lookout.”

  “I learned lots of detective tricks from your books,” Jessie said. “We can try them out first thing tomorrow morning.”

  “How about tonight?” Benny said, suddenly as wide-awake as could be.

  “Aren’t you tired?” Miss Chase asked, smiling at Benny’s liveliness.

  “Me, tired?” Benny said. “I’m never tired when there’s a mystery to solve. I want to find out if somebody’s following us around.”

  “Well, I’m ready for bed,” Miss Chase said. “Good night.”

  “Where do we start?” Violet asked Henry and Jessie after Miss Chase left.

  “Let’s check the bookshop again, then the apartment,” Henry suggested. “Where are you going, Benny? The stairs to the bookshop are down the hall.”

  “You’ll see,” Benny said with a big smile. “Wait for me, okay?”

  When Benny came back, he was carrying a small white-and-pink can of baby powder.

  “Where did you get that?” Violet asked.

  “From the bathroom. It’s for dusting for fingerprints. When Jessie reads me Miss Chase’s books, the detective always uses powder to look for fingerprints where the bad guy was.”

  Henry smiled at Benny. “That works okay in books, but the bookshop will be covered with so many fingerprints from all the customers, we’d have to stay in New Orleans our whole lives before we could check out each print.”

  “Oh, well,” Benny said. “I’ll go put it back in the bathroom.”

  “Wait,” Violet said. Then she bent down and whispered something in Benny’s ear.

  “Goody!” Benny cried, leading the way downstairs.

  When Jessie unlocked the inside door of the bookshop, Benny raced over to the front door. He sprinkled powder on the floor. When he was done with that, he sprinkled more powder on the windowsills.

  Jessie smiled at Benny. “I bet Violet told you about how Miss Chase’s detective used to put down powder to see if anyone returned to the scene of a crime in The Streetcar Mystery. Good work, Benny!”

  The children checked the bookshop carefully for any signs of a prowler.

  “I can’t remember what was over here and what was over there since this morning,” Jessie said, after about half an hour of checking the room inch by inch. “We moved everything around so much.”

  Henry put down one of the books he’d been examining from a box of books in the corner. He yawned. “We ought to call it a night,” Henry said, “and start looking again in the morning.”

  “There’s one more thing we can do,” Jessie said, handing Benny and Violet some sheets of paper from a notepad. “Tear these in tiny pieces and hide them in different places — inside some of the books that are left and in those boxes of odds and ends.”

  “I know!” Benny cried. “Those little pieces will fall out if someone picks up stuff with the paper scraps inside. Then we’ll know for sure if somebody touched anything. Neat!”

  The Aldens went around hiding the small paper scraps in as many places as they could.

  As soon as they were done, they went upstairs to get ready for bed.

  Jessie went over to tuck Benny under his covers. “Would you like me to read you one of Violet’s fairy tales?”

  Benny’s answer was a big yawn and lots of eye rubbing. He hugged Stockings, then flopped back on his cot. “No stories tonight. I’m too tired.”

  Chapter 7

  A Suspect Turns Up

  “Wake up sleepyheads!” Jessie said the next morning. Jessie tickled Violet’s and Benny’s feet.

  “Stop it, Watch,” Violet mumbled. Still dreaming, she thought she was back in Greenfield where the family dog, Watch, liked to wake up the children one by one.

  Jessie laughed. “It’s me, not Watch, silly. No wonder you’re both so tired. I heard one of you get up during the night.”

  Violet finally opened her eyes. She pulled the covers over her head to keep out the light. “That was Benny who got up.”

  “Did not,” Benny protested.

  “Did too,” Violet said.

  Violet sat up on her cot. “Then I guess you were sleepwalking. I heard you.”

  Benny had no idea what Violet was talking about. “I didn’t get up. But I think I heard somebody, too. Maybe it was Henry.”

  “It wasn’t me,” Henry said. “I slept like a rock last night.”

  “We better hurry up and get ready,” Jessie said. “Mr. Bindry will arrive any minute to finish pricing the books. And the painters are coming today.”

  “Can we go down to the shop right now?” Benny asked. “Maybe somebody left footprints or fingerprints in the baby powder or dropped some of those pieces of paper we hid all over the place.”

  Henry said, “I’ve already checked the shop. If anybody was snooping there last night, they didn’t walk on the floor or touch anything. The only prints down there now are the ones we made last night.”

  “Darn!” Benny said.

  Henry had another idea. “Don’t be too disappointed, we can try some other detective tricks. How would you like to shadow any suspicious people we see today?”

  Benny liked this new idea very much. “Like they do in Miss Chase’s books? Goody!”

  Jessie laughed. “That’s if we can find someone to follow, Benny. Now shadow me out to the kitchen for breakfast.”

  Jessie and Benny played a tracking game, but it didn’t go very well. Benny tried to follow his sister down the long apartment hallway. But whenever Jessie turned around, Benny bumped smack into her!

  “What are you children laughing about so early in the morning?” Miss Chase asked.

  Jessie could hardly stop giggling. “Benny’s trying to shadow me, but he keeps bumping into me instead.”

  “Well, shadows are attached to people, so that’s why I stayed close to Jessie,” Benny said. “Anyway, we’re going to follow any suspicious people we see. Maybe one of them is the perso
n who ran down the street last night!”

  Miss Chase loved Benny’s plan. “Well, let me give you a few tracking tips. First off, you don’t want to stay so close to the person that you bump into them! Just tiptoe a few feet behind or nearby, not too close and not too far.”

  “What if the suspect sees me?” Benny wanted to know.

  “You can pretend to be doing something else,” Jessie said. “Tying your shoe or something like that.”

  Miss Chase looked very pleased. “You children seem to know my books inside out. I’m sure if anyone is up to something around the Aldens, he or she won’t get away with it for long. You’ve learned all my little mystery tricks. Now all you need is a suspect.”

  “Speaking of suspects, Miss Chase,” Jessie said, “we suspect someone was following us around yesterday when we went sightseeing. Let me get my backpack, and I’ll show you what I’m talking about.”

  Jessie ran back to the sleeping porch. As she was leaving, she saw someone in the courtyard. It was Mr. Bindry.

  “Good morning, Mr. Bindry,” Jessie cried out in her friendliest voice. “My brothers and sister and I will be right down in a minute to help you out.”

  She waved at Mr. Bindry, but he wasn’t in a waving mood.

  “He’s always so crabby,” Jessie said to herself as she walked back to the kitchen. “He even pretended not to see me!”

  “So let’s see what you children were up to in New Orleans yesterday,” Miss Chase said when Jessie spread out her photos on the table. “Ah, what a nice shot of the Café du Monde! All that’s missing are the beignets.”

  “That’s because we ate them all,” Benny said proudly.

  Miss Chase picked up another photo. “I see you visited the cemetery.”

  “And you know what?” Violet asked in a quiet voice. “We saw a funeral procession. And a small band playing music. People waved to us to walk behind the band in the procession, too. Isn’t that strange?”

  “No,” Miss Chase explained, “people down here find the music and the funeral processions a comfort to them when a person dies. It’s okay for strangers to join them.”

  Miss Chase went through Jessie’s photos one by one. Suddenly she was perfectly still.

  “Is something the matter, Miss Chase?” Violet asked.

  Miss Chase said, “I just noticed something strange about these pictures, that’s all.”

  Benny could sit quiet no longer. “I know! I know! You saw Mr. Phillips, too! That’s what we saw when we looked at all the pictures together.”

  “You children are even better detectives than I thought,” Miss Chase said. “Wait just a second.”

  Miss Chase went out to the living room and pulled out something from her desk. When she came back to the kitchen table, she had a large magnifying glass in her hand. “Let’s get a closer look.”

  “Now there’s no mistaking that this is Mr. Phillips,” Henry said when he looked through the magnifying glass.

  “The question is, why was Rex Phillips following you?” Miss Chase asked. “Did he come up to you at all, wave, or say anything?”

  Jessie shook her head. “We were so busy having a good time, we didn’t notice him at all until we looked at the pictures. The only person we ran into that we knew was Sarah.”

  “Sarah Deckle?” Miss Chase cried. “Where did you see her?”

  “Near Jackson Square,” Jessie explained. “It was kind of strange, too. I put down my backpack on a bench so I could read my map, and my backpack disappeared.”

  Henry broke in. “Then we saw Sarah Deckle walking up ahead with Jessie’s backpack. She said she was on her way to the Lost and Found to turn it in.”

  “And you know what?” Benny asked. “She didn’t even seem glad that Jessie turned up.”

  Miss Chase took off her glasses and seemedto be thinking. Finally, she spoke up. “Was everything there when you got it back from Miss Deckle?”

  “Yes,” Jessie said. “Kleenex, a small Thermos, my camera, my wallet, and Violet’s Little Mermaid book. She’d brought it along to read. . . .”

  Suddenly Violet said, “I’m going to put The Little Mermaid back with the other books.” Violet ran up to the sleeping porch.

  She was back in a couple of minutes. “The rest of the fairy tales are missing!” Violet cried out.

  “When was the last time you saw them?” Miss Chase asked the children.

  “I don’t remember,” Jessie said.

  “I’m not sure either,” Violet added. “I gave Jessie The Little Mermaid to bring along whenwe went out yesterday. I put the rest of the set by my bed. But I can’t remember when I last saw them on the night table.”

  “You mean they disappeared last night?” Henry asked.

  Benny crinkled his forehead. “Or maybe while we were having breakfast this morning.”

  Jessie thought of something else. She leaned over the balcony. “Mr. Bindry, Mr. Bindry,” she called down.

  “Why are you calling Mr. Bindry?” Benny asked.

  “He was here just a few minutes ago,” Jessie answered. “Maybe he saw someone come up the stairs to the sleeping porch.”

  “Or maybe,” Henry said in a low voice, “Mr. Bindry was the someone who came up to the sleeping porch.”

  “Guess what?” Benny asked. “Now we have a suspect.”

  Chapter 8

  The Aldens Set a Trap

  Suspect or not, Mr. Bindry was still his grumpy old self when he reappeared an hour later.

  “Can we help you carry those heavy books?” Henry asked.

  “Hrmph,” was Mr. Bindry’s answer. “These are my price guides, and I can carry them myself.”

  “Did you have to go back home to get your guides after I saw you before?” Jessie asked.

  “What business is that of yours, young lady?” Mr. Bindry said sharply. “Now let me get on with my job.”

  Mr. Bindry went off to the far end of the courtyard as far as he could get from the Aldens.

  “I’m going to follow Mr. Bindry so he doesn’t get away again,” Benny announced.

  He headed into the bookshop and came out carrying a feather duster. Slowly he made his way across the courtyard, dusting the book tables high and low. Very soon he was where he wanted to be — right by Mr. Bindry.

  “These books don’t need dusting,” Mr. Bindry told Benny.

  Benny just kept right on with his feather dusting. He was going to track Mr. Bindry no matter what. If the man had Violet’s books, Benny was going to do his best to find them.

  A few minutes later, Violet came over, too. When Mr. Bindry saw Violet, he buried his nose in a book.

  “How do you decide what to charge for a book?” Violet said to break the silence.

  “Because I know what I’m doing!” Mr. Bindry muttered without looking up from his price guide.

  “I’ve made some of my own books,” Violet said shyly. “Would you like to see one of them?”

  Mr. Bindry looked up over the top of his glasses. “If I take a look, will you and this boy let me work in peace? I trip over him every time I turn around.”

  “Sorry,” Benny apologized, even though he hadn’t come quite that close.

  Violet reached into her tote bag. She pulled out a pretty fabric-covered book. “I made this scrapbook. Would you like to see it?”

  Mr. Bindry pushed up his glasses to get a better look.

  “Hmm,” he said. He slowly turned the pages to see how she had mounted some of her photos and souvenirs. Mr. Bindry handed Violet back her book. “I’ve got to get to work, little girl. Now take your book away and your brother as well.”

  “I made a book, too,” Benny announced. “It’s a flip book of a monkey climbing a banana tree.” He reached into Violet’s tote bag. “Want to see it?”

  “The only books I have time for are Miss Chase’s,” Mr. Bindry barked at the children. “That’s the job she hired me to do.”

  Benny and Violet looked at each other. It was time.

  “
How did you hear about this job?” Violet asked, a little nervous about what the answer might be.

  Mr. Bindry ignored the question and didn’t look up from his guide.

  “The job,” Violet repeated. “How did you hear about it?”

  “There was an ad in the paper for anybody to see,” Mr. Bindry said gruffly. “Now would you two run along and leave me be? I can’t do what I was hired to do with kids running around touching everything.”

  Violet took Benny by the hand. “Making friends with Mr. Bindry isn’t going to be easy,” she said after they left the old man. “But it’s the only way we’ll ever find out anything. Mr. Bindry didn’t lie exactly. He was right. The job was in the newspaper just as he said.”

  “But he showed up before it was in the paper,” Benny said. “So it’s kind of a lie.”

  “I know,” Violet said quietly. “We’ll just have to get to know Mr. Bindry better so we can find out why he isn’t telling the truth.”

  “Did you have any luck with Mr. Bindry?” Jessie asked when Violet and Benny returned to the bookshop. “Miss Chase says she’ll try to talk to him later while they’re working together. She wants to know why he showed up for the job before it was in the paper.”

  “We tried, but he didn’t say anything,” Violet said.

  “We’ll just have to keep trying,” Jessie said. “Meantime, this bookshop is still a regular dust bowl. I’m just sweeping up. Benny, can you grab that dustpan and help me out?”

  While Jessie swept, Benny held out the dustpan. But working didn’t keep him from talking a mile a minute. Today, nothing but Mr. Bindry and Violet’s missing books were on his mind. “First he got his book guides, Jessie. Then he tried to go far away from us, but I didn’t let him. I just kept dusting right near him the whole time. He wouldn’t look at my monkey book, though.”

  Jessie smiled down at Benny. “Well, I love your monkey flip book. Did you and Violet get a chance to ask about the three missing fairy tales?”

  “No way!” Benny said. “He didn’t want us around. Violet said we should try to make friends little by little, then ask about her books.”