“Let’s go tell Emily,” Henry said. “She’ll know what to do.”
The Aldens hurried to the Dolphin Arena, where Emily had just finished the last show of the day. She was pulling a T-shirt over her bathing suit when the Aldens arrived.
“Hey, guys,” Emily called out.
“We need your help!” Jessie said.
“What’s up?” Emily asked, sitting down on a bench and giving them her full attention. The Aldens told Emily about the card key and the bag hidden behind the rocks in the shark tank. When they finished talking, she sat silently, looking stunned. “Mac?” she said at last. “I can’t believe it.”
“Neither can we,” said Jessie.
“Show me the bag,” Emily said, standing up and heading toward the shark tank at a brisk pace.
A few moments later, they were in front of the shark tank. Mac was nowhere to be seen.
“See?” Henry said, pointing. “Behind that rock.”
“I see it,” said Emily, nodding.
“What do you think that is?” Jessie asked.
“I have no idea,” Emily said. “There’s one way to find out. I’ll have to go in there and see.”
“Have you ever been in the shark tank before?” Violet wanted to know.
“No,” said Emily. She didn’t look pleased at the thought. “Mac and his staff handle this tank. At least it’s not in that tank.” She jerked her head toward the great white shark’s enclosure.
“Are you going in right now?” Benny asked.
“No,” Emily said. “I can’t just go in the tank with all these visitors here. Also, I don’t want to accuse Mac of something if he didn’t do it. We’ll have to wait until the park’s closed, when no one’s around.”
The Aldens nodded silently, their eyes wide.
Emily smiled. “Go back to your cabin and have some dinner. I’ll come by after dark to get you.”
CHAPTER 9
Swimming with Sharks
Time seemed to move slowly that evening. The Aldens had cooked and eaten their spaghetti and were playing cards to keep busy when there was a knock at the door. It was Emily.
“Come on,” she said.
It felt strange walking through the park after hours. Only a few lights were on, and all the pathways were empty. Shadows lurked everywhere—behind benches and bushes and in the corners of the animals’ tanks. Everything was silent and eerie.
When an owl cried in the distance, the children jumped.
The shark enclosure was dark. Emily had brought a flashlight with her, and she turned it on as they entered the building. “I don’t want to turn on the lights and alert everyone that we’re here,” she explained.
The shark tank was even scarier at night than during the day. Through the dim water, they could just make out the shapes of the sharks as they moved through the water.
Emily shone the flashlight into the tank, searching for the rocks without algae and the mysterious blue bag behind them. “That’s it,” she said. “Henry, you take this.” She showed him where to hold the flashlight, so it was shining on the bag. “I’m going in. Wish me luck.”
Emily climbed into the tank. The Aldens watched as she swam down to the rocks. Shadows of sharks moved past her in both directions.
“Look!” Benny gasped as one of the larger sharks swam up behind Emily, close enough to touch her.
“Don’t worry, Benny,” said Jessie. “Remember what Mac told us?”
Benny frowned, trying to remember. “He said these sharks won’t hurt people.”
“That’s right,” Jessie said. “He and the divers go into the tank to clean the glass and make repairs, remember?”
“Yes,” said Benny softly. His eyes remained fixed on Emily. He watched as she moved the clean rocks and pulled out the dark blue bag. She swam quickly to the surface. A moment later, Emily climbed out of the tank, the bag in her hand. “Got it!” she said.
“All right!” cried Henry.
Benny looked relieved. “You’re brave,” he told her.
Emily squatted down on the floor, holding the bag in front of her. The Aldens crowded around and Henry shone the flashlight’s beam on the bag. Emily untied the top and looked inside.
“What’s in there?” Jessie asked.
“I don’t know,” Emily said, reaching in and pulling out a lumpy cloth bundle. Emily slowly unrolled the cloth as everyone leaned forward to see what was inside.
“Oh, my goodness!” cried Emily. There in her hands were several large pieces of jewelry—pins, earrings, necklaces, and rings, all studded with large sparkly diamonds.
“It really is the jewelry!” said Jessie. It was hard to believe their suspicions had been correct.
“Each one of those probably costs thousands of dollars,” said Henry.
“Do you think Mac took them?” asked Violet, her voice trembling. “Maybe it was someone else—one of the other divers?”
“No, it was me,” came a voice through the darkness. Henry quickly shone the beam in that direction. There, in the doorway, stood Mac.
Suddenly, the lights were flicked on. Ms. Carver had entered beside Mac. “What in heaven’s name is going on?” she asked.
“Mac and I were in my office when we saw lights in the shark enclosure. What are you doing here?”
“I can explain,” said Emily.
“No, I’m the one who needs to explain,” said Mac. His voice sounded weary, as if he were carrying a heavy burden. “I stole the jewelry from Wilson’s and I hid it here in the shark tank.”
“You did what?” Ms. Carver said, gasping.
“I know, it’s crazy,” Mac said, shaking his head slowly. “I can’t believe I did it myself. I don’t know what came over me.” He sighed deeply before going on.
“It was Monday—you kids had just arrived.” Mac looked at Ms. Carver. “I wanted to let the shark go, but you said the park needed it, needed the money. I thought that was crazy.”
“And robbing a jewelry store isn’t crazy?” asked Ms. Carver.
Mac shrugged. “I didn’t really plan for it to happen. When I left here that day, I was very upset. My wife had asked me to stop at Wilson’s on the way home to pick up a watch she’d had repaired. Mr. Wilson was helping me, when suddenly a noisy group of customers came in. He went to help them—he was the only one working in the store that night—and I noticed the door to the diamond case had been left open.”
Mac frowned as he remembered. “It just seemed so easy. I’d take the diamonds, sell them somewhere, and donate the cash to the park.” Mac shook his head again. “And it was easy. No one was looking and the diamonds are kept in a separate alcove. I had my gym bag with me, so I just pulled out a tray of jewelry and slipped it into my bag.” He swallowed hard. “And that was that.”
No one said anything for a moment. At last Mac went on. “I knew immediately that what I’d done was wrong. But it was too late. All I could think of was to hide the jewelry for now. I planned to return it later. I thought I had time to figure out how to return it without anyone knowing. But I didn’t count on our visitors being such good detectives.” He smiled weakly at the Aldens.
“So that was your card key we found outside of Wilson’s,” said Jessie.
“Yes,” said Mac, turning to Ms. Carver. “I was afraid that if I came to you for a new one, someone would connect me to the crime scene.”
“So you borrowed mine,” said Emily.
“I’m sorry,” Mac said. “I assumed you would just get a new one. Since you had no connection to the burglary, it wouldn’t matter to you.”
“But I didn’t want to get a new card because …” Emily’s voice trailed off. Then she continued. “Because I didn’t want you to think I’d lost mine, Ms. Carver. I didn’t want you to think I wasn’t focused enough on my job.”
“I made that accusation before I got to know you,” Ms. Carver said, “when I first started here. I’ve since learned what an excellent job you do and just how seriously you take your work
.”
Emily blushed with pleasure.
Ms. Carver’s attention turned back to Mac. She hadn’t said a word while he’d been telling his story. She had just listened, her face pained. “I’m shocked at you, Mac. You broke the law.”
“I did,” Mac agreed, his head down.
Ms. Carver sighed. “Your desire to help the shark was good, but that doesn’t make it okay to steal.”
Mac nodded sadly.
“You didn’t have to steal money to help the animals,” Ms. Carver added. “That’s why I’m building the new Orca ride. I was going to build two rides. The second was going to be called the Shark. But I had to kill that idea when I realized there wasn’t enough money to build both.”
“So that’s what you meant!” Henry said. “We were afraid you were going to kill the great white shark!”
“Good heavens, no!” said Ms. Carver. “Why would I do that?”
“It’s happened in another aquarium,” Mac said. “And, well, you don’t seem to care much about the animals.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Ms. Carver said. “I care so much about them that I don’t want this park to close. This park does a lot of good for animals by teaching people about them. That’s why I’m building the roller coaster—people may come for the rides, but they’ll end up learning about our ocean creatures.”
“I didn’t like the idea of a roller coaster at first,” Mac admitted. “But if it will keep this park alive, then I’m all for it.”
“Ms. Carver, why did you say the way to get the money was risky?” Jessie asked.
“I’m investing my own money and a friend’s in the ride,” Ms. Carver explained. “If the park does well, we’ll get our money back. But if attendance at the park doesn’t improve, we might lose our money. So he and I are taking a risk.”
“Oh, I get it,” Jessie said.
Now Ms. Carver turned to Mac. “And you’ll be interested to know that the other investor is Pete Wilson.”
“Really?” said Mac.
“Yes,” Ms. Carver said. “He’s always been interested in Ocean Adventure Park. That’s why he wants to donate money for the ride.
And that’s why I’m hoping he won’t go to the police when we tell him why you stole the diamonds, Mac.”
“I know what I did was wrong and I’ll cooperate with the police if it comes to that,” Mac said. “But there’s something else we need to talk about. The great white shark needs to go back to the ocean. He’s been banging into the sides of his tank. So far, he’s been okay. But if he hits the wall too hard, he’ll die. We’ve already kept him alive in the tank much longer than I’d expected.”
“All right,” Ms. Carver said. “Come back to my office and we’ll talk about it.”
CHAPTER 10
No More Fears
“Good morning!” called a friendly voice.
Benny woke up and rubbed his eyes. Mr. Alden was standing in the doorway.
“Grandfather!” shouted Benny jumping out of bed and running to give Mr. Alden a hug. Henry sat up in bed and grinned sleepily at his grandfather. A moment later, Jessie and Violet had joined them, and everyone seemed to be talking at once.
“When did you get here?” Jessie wanted to know.
“We helped feed the sharks,” Benny told him.
“We swam with the dolphins,” Henry added.
“We missed you!” Violet was saying.
Grandfather smiled broadly. “It’s good to see you all. Sounds like you’ve been having lots of fun.”
At last the children quieted down. “We have been,” Jessie said.
“What time is it?” Henry asked, noticing the bright sunlight streaming in the window.
“You slept late this morning,” Grandfather said. “I took a taxi here from my friend’s house. I was sure you’d be up by now.”
“It was a late night last night,” Henry said.
“We were solving a mystery!” cried Benny.
“Ah … I knew there had to be a mystery,” Mr. Alden said, smiling. “I want to hear all about it. But first, how about some breakfast—although it’s nearly lunchtime.”
The Aldens put together a delicious breakfast in their little kitchen. There were scrambled eggs, toast with jam, sliced fruit, and juice to drink. The children took turns telling their grandfather what had happened during the few days they’d been apart.
At last the story of the burglary, Emily’s engagement, the roller coaster, and the great white shark had all been told.
“I can’t believe all that took place in such a short time!” said Grandfather.
“I wonder what will happen to the great white shark,” said Henry.
“Let’s find out!” Jessie said.
The children dressed quickly and headed over to the shark enclosure. When they got there, they were surprised and saddened to find the large tank held nothing but water.
Grandfather and the children stood silently, staring at the large empty tank. A few minutes later, Mac emerged from his office. He looked tired. But for the first time, his face looked calm. The Aldens realized now how worried he’d been during the past week.
“What happened to the shark?” Benny asked.
“We took him back to the ocean,” Mac said.
“Already?” Jessie asked.
“I didn’t know how much longer he’d make it in a tank,” said Mac. “We took care of it during the night.”
“Now he’ll be okay?” Violet asked.
“Yes,” Mac said firmly. “He’ll be fine.”
Emily and John walked up, holding hands. “Morning!” they called out.
“This must be John,” Mr. Alden said.
“So you’ve heard about me,” John said, grinning.
“What happened with the jewelry?” Henry asked Mac.
“I spoke with Mr. Wilson,” Mac said. “Ms. Carver and I went there first thing this morning.”
“What did he say?” Henry asked.
“He was glad to have the jewelry back,” Mac said. “I’m going down to the police station now to turn myself in. I just wanted to tie up a few loose ends here.”
“What’s going to happen to you, Mac?” Benny asked, worried.
“I don’t know,” Mac replied. “I have to pay for what I did. But I hope that if I cooperate, the judge won’t be too hard on me.”
Jessie ran up and gave Mac a big hug. The others followed.
Grandfather and Mac shook hands. “Good luck,” Mr. Alden said. Mac waved to the children and walked off.
“I was thinking that maybe today you kids might like to take a break from the park,” Mr. Alden said to his grandchildren. “How does a day at the beach sound?”
“Great!” the children all shouted.
“We’ll join you,” Emily said.
“Don’t you have to work?” Jessie asked.
“I don’t have to focus on my work today,” Emily said, grinning. “It’s my day off.”
Mr. Alden took his youngest grandchild aside and looked him in the eye. “What about you, Benny?” he asked quietly “Still afraid?”
Benny thought for a moment. “I’ve learned a lot about sharks, Grandfather. I’m not afraid anymore.”
About the Author
GERTRUDE CHANDLER WARNER 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 — 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 — 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.
The Boxcar Children Mysteries
THE BOXCAR CHILDREN
SURPRISE ISLAND
THE YELLOW HOUSE MYSTERY
MYSTERY RANCH
MIKE’S MYSTERY
BLUE BAY MYSTERY
THE WOODSHED MYSTERY
THE LIGHTHOUSE MYSTERY
MOUNTAIN TOP MYSTERY
SCHOOLHOUSE MYSTERY
CABOOSE MYSTERY
HOUSEBOAT MYSTERY
SNOWBOUND MYSTERY
TREE HOUSE MYSTERY
BICYCLE MYSTERY
MYSTERY IN THE SAND
MYSTERY BEHIND THE WALL
BUS STATION MYSTERY
BENNY UNCOVERS A MYSTERY
THE HAUNTED CABIN MYSTERY
THE DESERTED LIBRARY MYSTERY
THE ANIMAL SHELTER MYSTERY
THE OLD MOTEL MYSTERY
THE MYSTERY OF THE HIDDEN PAINTING
THE AMUSEMENT PARK MYSTERY
THE MYSTERY OF THE MIXED-UP ZOO
THE CAMP-OUT MYSTERY
THE MYSTERY GIRL
THE MYSTERY CRUISE
THE DISAPPEARING FRIEND MYSTERY
THE MYSTERY OF THE SINGING GHOST
MYSTERY IN THE SNOW
THE PIZZA MYSTERY
THE MYSTERY HORSE
THE MYSTERY AT THE DOG SHOW
THE CASTLE MYSTERY
THE MYSTERY OF THE LOST VILLAGE
THE MYSTERY ON THE ICE
THE MYSTERY OF THE PURPLE POOL
THE GHOST SHIP MYSTERY
THE MYSTERY IN WASHINGTON, DC
THE CANOE TRIP MYSTERY
THE MYSTERY OF THE HIDDEN BEACH