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  CHAPTER 10

  The Surprise in the Statue

  Benny was the first to glimpse the flatbed truck.

  “It’s here!” he cried.

  All the people who worked around the town square were on hand for the return of the stolen statue. Dawn Wellington and Mrs. Turner waited with the Aldens. Even Mr. Kirby came out for the event.

  A cheer went up as the truck bumped over the curb and on into the square. Grandfather and Henry directed the truck to park next to the statue’s granite block base.

  Rick Bass hopped out of the passenger side of the truck. “We’ll set the statue on the pavement,” he told Grandfather. “We’re going to fix Josiah’s base eventually. But at least he’s here for the festival.”

  “And just in time,” Benny added. “The festival is tomorrow!”

  Jessie hugged her notebook. So much had happened in the last few hours! Sylvia Pepper had confessed to stealing the Minuteman statue. Then the police took Miss Pepper away for questioning.

  Rick Bass had spotted the statue when a policeman stopped Sylvia’s accomplice after he’d run a red light. Rick had called for a truck to bring the statue to the square.

  Now Josiah Wade was back in his rightful place.

  Jessie watched as Mr. Kirby and Henry helped Rick and the driver unload the statue off the truck bed. She wondered if the town would vote to move the statue or keep it in the center of the square. The Alden children would find out later, when they helped Grandfather count the votes.

  When the men were about to hoist the statue upright, Benny scooted forward.

  “Can you tip it up?” he asked. “I want to look for something.”

  “Good thinking!” Rick said. “No better time to check for Franklin’s surprise.”

  The driver braced his end of the statue. “We can hold it for a few seconds.”

  Benny knelt down. The statue was hollow inside, like a giant chocolate bunny. Grandfather handed him a small flashlight. Benny shined the light inside the statue.

  “See anything?” Violet asked.

  “No,” Benny replied, disappointed.

  “Oh, well,” Rick said consolingly. “We were never really certain Franklin Bond put his gift inside the statue. We were just guessing.”

  “Franklin Bond liked to play jokes,” Henry said. “Maybe he just pretended to put a secret compartment in the statue.”

  But Benny had been so sure. The statue was the perfect place to hide something.

  The men lowered the statue and stood it upright beside the granite base. Grandfather gave the driver a generous tip before he drove the truck out of the town square.

  “Now the square looks normal again.” Dawn sighed. “It just wasn’t the same without Josiah standing there.”

  “Let’s hope Greenfield feels the same way you do,” said Grandfather. “I have the ballot box in my car. Why don’t you and Rick come home with us and help count votes?”

  “Great idea!” Violet said. She was so glad Dawn hadn’t turned out to be the Greenfield phantom.

  Rick glanced at Dawn. “I’d like to, but we hate to impose.”

  “Mrs. McGregor loves company,” Jessie assured them.

  The Aldens got into Grandfather’s car. Rick and Dawn followed in Rick’s battered station wagon.

  The housekeeper was delighted to set two extra places at the dining room table. “It’s pot roast night,” said Mrs. McGregor to the guests. “There’s more than enough.”

  While they ate pot roast, mashed potatoes, and carrots, they discussed Sylvia Pepper’s theft.

  “I don’t see how she thought she could get away with it,” said Dawn. “What was she going to do with the statue after she stole it?”

  “She probably never thought that far ahead,” said Grandfather. “People behave strangely when they need money.”

  “I guess she was desperate to keep her shop,” Rick added, helping himself to another biscuit. “The florist shop will close now, for sure.”

  Jessie passed Rick the butter. “Do you think Franklin Bond really put a secret compartment in his statue?”

  “It sure seemed that way on the drawing,” Rick allowed. “I guess Franklin changed his mind. Maybe he lost Josiah’s gift or sold it.”

  Benny admired the young man’s appetite. Rick had eaten five biscuits, breaking Benny’s record of four!

  After dinner, they gathered in the living room to count the ballots. Grandfather built a cozy fire. Mrs. McGregor brought in a tray of hot chocolate.

  “I’ll help, too,” the housekeeper offered. “Many hands make light work, as my mother used to say.”

  Benny emptied the ballot box on the floor. They all grabbed handfuls of ballots.

  “We’ll make two piles,” said Grandfather. “One pile of votes to keep the statue in the square. And the other for votes to move it.”

  With eight of them sorting ballots, the work went quickly.

  When Grandfather tallied the last vote, he smiled. “The town voted by a wide margin to keep the statue in the square!”

  “Yay!” Benny tossed ballots into the air like confetti.

  Jessie giggled at her brother, then began picking up the slips of paper.

  Violet remembered that Rick wanted the statue in his museum. “I hope you don’t feel bad,” she said to him.

  “I’m glad,” Rick said. “Dawn’s right. Greenfield wouldn’t be Greenfield without Josiah in the square.”

  “All of our problems are solved,” said Grandfather. “Except one.”

  Jessie knew what he meant. “We still need a clown.”

  Dawn grinned at Rick. “I bet that suit will fit you!”

  “I’ve always wanted to wear a rubber nose,” Rick said. “We’d better go. Clowns need lots of beauty sleep.”

  Grandfather showed them to the door. “See you at the festival!”

  When their guests had left, the Alden children went upstairs to get ready for bed.

  Benny dragged his fingers slowly along the handrail. He was glad the statue would stay in the square where it belonged. But he wondered about Franklin Bond’s secret compartment.

  Did the sculptor have the last laugh on Greenfield after all?

  “Smile!” Violet adjusted the focus on her camera, then snapped the picture.

  The young father and his two children stepped away from the statue.

  “Next!” called Benny. A couple of teenagers posed by Josiah Wade. Benny made sure they stood in the right spot, then signaled to Violet.

  Crowds jammed the square. People had driven in from neighboring towns to buy cookies and pies from the bakery booth, play games, and listen to the high school marching band.

  The Aldens’ souvenir photo booth was very busy. Henry collected the fee. Jessie filled out the order forms, so they would know where to send each photo after it was developed. Benny positioned people next to the statue, and Violet took the pictures.

  Benny was glad they were busy. But he wished he had time to play one of the games. He wanted to win a prize.

  Grandfather had already given his speech and announced the results of the vote. Everyone seemed happy that the statue would remain in the square.

  Dawn ran up. “Mr. Kirby is watching my booth for a second. I just wanted to tell you that I’ve sold over seventy souvenir booklets!”

  “That’s great!” Jessie said. “Violet’s sold a lot of pictures, too.”

  Grandfather strolled over to the children’s booth. “Thanks to your help, the festival is a great success. We should have plenty of money to fix Josiah’s base.”

  “So he can rule Greenfield Square for many more years,” Henry added.

  Just then Rick Bass bounded over. All morning, he had danced around the square in the purple and green clown suit, entertaining little children.

  “My feet are killing me,” he said, tugging off one of his huge, floppy clown shoes and handing it to Jessie.

  Jessie laughed. With his big round nose and orange hair, Rick made a terrific c
lown.

  “Will you take my picture?” Rick teased Violet. “How do I look?” He performed a wobbly handstand in front of Josiah Wade’s statue.

  Violet was giggling so hard, she could barely push the shutter. “This will be a terrific picture!”

  “Watch out!” Benny cried, just as Rick’s legs toppled over.

  Rick had landed upside down against the granite base of the statue. Henry and Jessie ran over and helped him up.

  “Ow.” Rick winced. “Uh-oh. Looks like I knocked off a few more stones.”

  “It’s okay,” James Alden reassured him. “Just as long as you aren’t hurt.”

  Benny was staring at a hole just beneath the brass plaque. Rick’s fall had caused the stones to cave in, revealing a dark space.

  “Hey!” he cried. “The statue has a secret after all!”

  Rick gave a long, low whistle. “What do you know? We never thought of looking in the base!Benny, since you found it, you should do the honors.”

  With everyone watching intently, Benny reached into the compartment. His fingers closed around a small metal box.

  “Should I open it?” he asked.

  Grandfather nodded.

  Holding his breath, Benny unlatched the box and lifted the lid. Inside was a ball of wrinkled yellow paper.

  “That’s parchment,” Rick said. “It’s very old.”

  Benny unfolded the paper. A small object rolled into his palm.

  “A button,” he said, puzzled. “Franklin Bond put a button in his secret compartment?”

  “Let me see that.” Rick rubbed the button on the sleeve of his clown costume. Black streaks marked the purple satin. “It’s genuine silver.”

  “There’s something engraved on it,” Jessie said. “ ‘G. W.’ ”

  “I wonder what that could stand for,” Violet said.

  But Henry knew. He had read about the Revolutionary War. “George Washington!” he exclaimed.

  “Good guess!” Rick said. “General George Washington was head of the Colonial army.”

  Dawn frowned. “But why would the sculptor hide one of George Washington’s buttons inside the base of his statue?”

  “We know that Josiah Wade carried secret messages in his jacket buttons during the war,” Rick said. “Maybe General Washington gave Josiah one of his own buttons. Maybe as a reward.”

  “And Josiah gave the button to Franklin Bond,” Jessie concluded. “Who hid it in the base of his statue of Josiah Wade. It all makes sense!”

  Grandfather inspected the button. “This will be a nice addition to the Greenfield museum.”

  “A new artifact!” Benny declared.

  He was thrilled he had discovered the statue’s secret. That was better than a prize any day.

  Violet was happy, too. The Winter Festival was a success and the Aldens had solved another mystery.

  “Smile!” she said, snapping a photo of the Alden family. She knew the picture would turn out just great.

  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

  THE MYSTERY OF THE MISSING CAT

  THE MYSTERY AT SNOWFLAKE INN

  THE MYSTERY ON STAGE

  THE DINOSAUR MYSTERY

  THE MYSTERY OF THE STOLEN MUSIC

  THE MYSTERY AT THE BALL PARK

  THE CHOCOLATE SUNDAE MYSTERY

  THE MYSTERY OF THE HOT AIR BALLOON

  THE MYSTERY BOOKSTORE

  THE PILGRIM VILLAGE MYSTERY

  THE MYSTERY OF THE STOLEN BOXCAR

  THE MYSTERY IN THE CAVE

  THE MYSTERY ON THE TRAIN

  THE MYSTERY AT THE FAIR

  THE MYSTERY OF THE LOST MINE

  THE GUIDE DOG MYSTERY

  THE HURRICANE MYSTERY

  THE PET SHOP MYSTERY

  THE MYSTERY OF THE SECRET MESSAGE

  THE FIREHOUSE MYSTERY

  THE MYSTERY IN SAN FRANCISCO

  THE NIAGARA FALLS MYSTERY

  THE MYSTERY AT THE ALAMO

  THE OUTER SPACE MYSTERY

  THE SOCCER MYSTERY

  THE MYSTERY IN THE OLD ATTIC

  THE GROWLING BEAR MYSTERY

  THE MYSTERY OF THE LAKE MONSTER

  THE MYSTERY AT PEACOCK HALL

  THE WINDY CITY MYSTERY

  THE BLACK PEARL MYSTERY

  THE CEREAL BOX MYSTERY

  THE PANTHER MYSTERY

  THE MYSTERY OF THE QUEEN’S JEWELS

  THE STOLEN SWORD MYSTERY

  THE BASKETBALL MYSTERY

  THE MOVIE STAR MYSTERY

  THE MYSTERY OF THE PIRATE’S MAP

  THE GHOST TOWN MYSTERY

  THE MYSTERY OF THE BLACK RAVEN

  THE MYSTERY IN THE MALL

  THE MYSTERY IN NEW YORK

  THE GYMNASTICS MYSTERY

  THE POISON FROG MYSTERY

  THE MYSTERY OF THE EMPTY SAFE

  THE HOME RUN MYSTERY

  THE GREAT BICYCLE RACE MYSTERY

  THE MYSTERY OF THE WILD PONIES

  THE MYSTERY IN THE COMPUTER GAME

  THE MYSTERY AT TH
E CROOKED HOUSE

  THE HOCKEY MYSTERY

  THE MYSTERY OF THE MIDNIGHT DOG

  THE MYSTERY OF THE SCREECH OWL

  THE SUMMER CAMP MYSTERY

  THE COPYCAT MYSTERY

  THE HAUNTED CLOCK TOWER MYSTERY

  THE MYSTERY OF THE TIGER’S EYE

  THE DISAPPEARING STAIRCASE MYSTERY

  THE MYSTERY ON BLIZZARD MOUNTAIN

  THE MYSTERY OF THE SPIDER’S CLUE

  THE CANDY FACTORY MYSTERY

  THE MYSTERY OF THE MUMMY’S CURSE

  THE MYSTERY OF THE STAR RUBY

  THE STUFFED BEAR MYSTERY

  THE MYSTERY OF ALLIGATOR SWAMP

  THE MYSTERY AT SKELETON POINT

  THE TATTLETALE MYSTERY

  THE COMIC BOOK MYSTERY

  THE GREAT SHARK MYSTERY

  THE ICE CREAM MYSTERY

  THE MIDNIGHT MYSTERY

  THE MYSTERY IN THE FORTUNE COOKIE

  THE BLACK WIDOW SPIDER MYSTERY

  THE RADIO MYSTERY

  THE MYSTERY OF THE RUNAWAY GHOST

  THE FINDERS KEEPERS MYSTERY

  THE MYSTERY OF THE HAUNTED BOXCAR

  THE CLUE IN THE CORN MAZE

  THE GHOST OF THE CHATTERING BONES

  THE SWORD OF THE SILVER KNIGHT

  THE GAME STORE MYSTERY

  THE MYSTERY OF THE ORPHAN TRAIN

  THE VANISHING PASSENGER

  THE GIANT YO-YO MYSTERY

  THE CREATURE IN OGOPOGO LAKE

  THE ROCK ’N’ ROLL MYSTERY

  THE SECRET OF THE MASK

  THE SEATTLE PUZZLE

  THE GHOST IN THE FIRST ROW

  THE BOX THAT WATCH FOUND

  A HORSE NAMED DRAGON

  THE GREAT DETECTIVE RACE

  THE GHOST AT THE DRIVE-IN MOVIE

  THE MYSTERY OF THE TRAVELING TOMATOES

  THE SPY GAME

  THE DOG-GONE MYSTERY

  THE VAMPIRE MYSTERY

  SUPERSTAR WATCH

  THE SPY IN THE BLEACHERS

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