Hudson’s house on Whittaker Street. “I don’t understand why he would take Benny’s book,” Jessie said. “Maybe it was an accident,” Violet offered. “Maybe the book dropped out of Benny’s bag and the man found it.” The children had no more time to talk. As they turned the corner onto Whittaker Street, they saw police cars in front of Mr. Hudson’s house! “There they are! They’re the ones who did it!” Mrs. Fairfax stood on the sidewalk pointing at the Aldens. The police turned to look at the children. A tall officer with black hair held a pad and a pen. “Excuse me, but who are you?” he asked. “We’re the Aldens,” Henry said. He introduced himself and his sisters and brother. “Is something wrong, Officer?” Officer Franklin wrote their names on his pad. Then he looked up. “Someone vandalized this house last night.” “Oh, my!” Violet cried. A number of Mr. Hudson’s beautiful flowers had been ripped from the ground and were lying across the walkway.
