Authors: Gertrude Chandler Warner

Mystery in New York (9 page)

“But we did,” said Jessie.

“Because we're children
and
detectives,” said Benny. “Very good detectives.”

“That's true,” said Mrs. Teague. “If you'd asked me, I could have told you. After all, I was there when the Aldens solved the mystery at the dog show.”

“Mr. Pound,” Violet said softly, “may I ask you something?”

“Of course, Violet. I owe you that at least.”

“You tried to keep the Star hidden and all to yourself, but didn't you tell us your wife wanted people to see it? That she wanted to share it?”

“That's very true, Violet.”

“Well, I know a place where lots of people would see it â the Museum of Natural History, with the other beautiful gems.”

“And there are lots of kids there,” said Benny. “Mrs. Teague told us you liked children.”

Mrs. Teague looked embarrassed, but Benny went right on talking. “And the museum's so close you could visit the Elizabeth Star whenever you wanted to and you could see all those children, too.”

Mr. Evans put the diamond on the table in front of Mr. Pound. Mr. Pound looked at the Elizabeth Star for some time, then looked up at Mr. Evans. “I guess we'd both better talk to the police,” he said.

“I think it would be the right thing to do,” said Henry.

“I think if you confess,” Grandfather put in, “you'll be able to work something out so you don't go to jail. After all, you haven't yet actually reported it missing to your insurance company, have you?”

Mr. Pound shook his head. “No, I haven't.”

Grandfather went on, “And Mr. Evans here did cooperate, finally. If
you
don't press charges against him perhaps the police will drop the case.â¦”

When Mr. Pound had left, Jessie said to Mr. Evans, “Thanks for your help in solving the mystery.”

“Glad to do it,” said Mr. Evans. “An honest electrician, that's me.” He emphasized the word
honest
and added, “From now on.”

“Good,” said Violet, smiling at him.

“Hey, I saw the light,” said Mr. Evans. “That's a joke.”

“In the chandelier?” asked Benny, puzzled.

Everyone laughed. And, as usual, Benny laughed, too, although he wasn't quite sure why everyone was laughing.

The Aldens spent their last day in New York City hunting for souvenirs and packing. By late afternoon they were waiting in the lobby with Mrs. Teague for the hired car that would take them to the train station when the elevator doors slid silently open.

“Look out,” cried a familiar voice. And out came Lydia into the hall. But this time, she didn't have five French bulldogs on a leash. She had a huge Irish wolfhound.

“Woof,” said Watch, and stopped, unsure of himself. Even he had never seen a dog that big.

“Don't worry. Erin â that's her name â is very friendly,” said Lydia, pulling on the leash.

Erin sat down.

“Is Erin one of your new dog clients?” asked Violet.

“Yep. And guess what? I just got a part in a new play.
Diamonds and Hearts
. On Broadway!” said Lydia.

“Congratulations,” all the Aldens said at once.

“You'll have to come see it. It opens at Christmas. And you know why I got the part?” she went on.

“Your lucky crystal?” asked Henry.

“Well, that, maybe. And the dog who has a starring role liked me!” Lydia beamed. “I guess it's all my experience with dogs. Critt's Critters is going to make me a star!”

Erin stood up.

“Okay,” Lydia said to Erin.

“Lydia,” said Jessie quickly, “a few nights ago, after you walked the French bulldogs, you stayed upstairs a long time. What happened?”

Lydia thought a moment, then grinned. “Jill got away, out in the hall. It took me almost twenty minutes to catch her, the little rascal.”

“Another mystery solved,” said Jessie, grinning.

“Speaking of mysteries,” said Lydia, “did you hear about Mr. Pound? It's in all the papers. His stolen diamond was found and he's going to donate it to the Museum of Natural History. Can you imagine giving such a valuable thing away? I bet there's a story behind
that
news item!”

“I bet there is,” said Henry, and the children exchanged smiles.

At that moment, Lydia noticed the luggage for the first time. “You're leaving?” she said.

“It's time to go home,” Grandfather Alden said.

Mr. Saunders came in. “Your car is ready,” he said.

“Come back soooon,” Lydia said as Erin the wolfhound pulled her through the door.

“Yes, come back soon,” said Mrs. Teague. She hugged everybody, even Watch.

And Mr. Saunders actually waved as the hired car pulled away from the building.

Violet sighed as she looked out of the window of the train. The lights of New York City stretched across the skyline.

“Like diamonds,” said Benny, looking out over her shoulder.

“We had fun, didn't we?” said Henry.

“Yes,” said Violet. “I hope we come back.”

Grandfather, who was sitting across the aisle, heard Violet. “I guess New York doesn't seem so big now, does it, Violet?”

“It's still big,” said Violet. “But most of the people are pretty nice.”

“Don't worry,” said Benny. “We'll be back. There are about a million mysteries in a big city like New York. And somebody's got to solve them.”

Violet smiled. “Who else? The Alden Family Detective Agency, of course.”

G
ERTRUDE
C
HANDLER
W
ARNER
discovered when she was teaching that many readers who like an exciting story could find no books that were both easy and fun to read. She decided to try to meet this need, and her first book,
The Boxcar Children
, quickly proved she had succeeded.

Miss Warner drew on her own experiences to write the mystery. As a child she spent hours watching trains go by on the tracks opposite her family home. She often dreamed about what it would be like to set up housekeeping in a caboose or freight car â the situation the Alden children find themselves in.

When Miss Warner received requests for more adventures involving Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny Alden, she began additional stories. In each, she chose a special setting and introduced unusual or eccentric characters who liked the unpredictable.

While the mystery element is central to each of Miss Warner's books, she never thought of them as strictly juvenile mysteries. She liked to stress the Aldens' independence and resourcefulness and their solid New England devotion to using up and making do. The Aldens go about most of their adventures with as little adult supervision as possible â something else that delights young readers.

Miss Warner lived in Putnam, Connecticut, until her death in 1979. During her lifetime, she received hundreds of letters from girls and boys telling her how much they liked her books.

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