Alex and his friend Yasmeen are on their second mystery, How Stole Halloween? You may be thinking that they stole the holiday Halloween, but the real mystery is who stole Halloween, the neighbor’s cat. Alex and Yasmeen, 11 year olds, where walking through the grave yard one day and they saw a fly...
Now the only worry was if Hannah happened to glance inside it and see the letter in one piece again. Would she believe the explanation was miraculous intervention from God? Probably not. “Well, whatever you girls were doing,” Hannah said, “siesta is over, and it’s time to get a move on. Emma and ...
We didn’t have to go looking everywhere for Mr. Mormora. He sat down to eat with us! Only it seemed rude to interview a person who was eating a tuna melt. Wouldn’t he get indigestion? So Tessa and I made a date to talk to him later. Lunch was in the family dining room upstairs. The tuna melts cam...
I was glad the ostriches were on the other side of a chain-link fence. Charlotte said they looked like long-legged feather dusters, and Nate said they looked like they had snakes for necks. I thought they for sure looked a lot more like dinosaurs than they did like Granny’s canary, or a cardinal,...
Nate said, “We’d better tell Professor Mudd right away,” and we were going to do just that when we heard a horrible screech-yeowwwww that could only mean one thing: cat in crisis! I looked toward the sound, and there it was—a black-and-white furball streaking across the grass. Maybe “streak” is t...
Our family’s is next to the second-floor dining room, just off the West Sitting Hall. When we walked in, Nate was pouring milk, Hooligan was dreaming under the table, Mr. Bryant was reading the newspaper, and Humdinger, Granny’s canary, was doing a canary dance-and-song—twee-twee-twee—in his cage...
Driscoll stopped me. “Olivia? Did you bring back the signed letter?” “Which signed letter?” “Olivia . . .” “Oh! You mean the signed letter about my very, very, very unfortunate grade in math?” “Yes, Olivia. That signed letter.” “No, Mr. Driscoll. I didn’t bring it back.” I smiled sadly, shook my ...
“I bet Colonel Michaels hasn’t told the rest of the band the baton is even missing,” she said. “I am still sleeping,” I said. “Well, okay,” Tessa said, “but I am still talking.” I opened my eyes and looked at my sister. “Why wouldn’t Colonel Michaels tell the band?” “He’s embarrassed that he lost...
“My dear,” she said gently, “could you stop that? Please?” It was Wednesday evening, and the two were drinking sherry in her parlor, the judge sitting in the club chair, his cigar in an ashtray by his side, she on the chintz sofa across the room. The two were arguing, Mrs. George struggling to ke...
I mean, honest, I did not steal the ruby slippers. But besides that, we only had a couple of other ideas, like the thief had to be somebody who knew about breaking into a safe. And the buyer really might be someone coming to Aunt Jen’s birthday party. It was six o’clock by now, and except on spec...