Thump. Bump. Thump. Bump.
“Let’s take the elevator,” said Jessie. “It will be faster.”
“Jessie’s right,” said Henry. “We got to the top floor before Benny did when he took the stairs. This is our only chance to find out who or what was behind whatever it was that we saw and whoever it is that we’re hearing.”
“It sounds like a mystery for us to solve!” Benny said, rushing through the door to the next floor.
As soon as the Alden children dashed out of the stairwell and onto the next floor of the library, Violet pushed the down button for the elevator. The bell dinged and the doors slid open. The children piled into the elevator and Jessie pushed the button for the ground floor.
“If we beat whoever it is to the bottom floor,” said Jessie, “we can wait at the bottom of the stairwell for them.”
“Good thinking!” said Henry. “That way we can see whoever it was making those noises.”
“And maybe that person knows something about the spooky gargoyle we saw,” said Benny.
They stood inside the elevator and watched the light for each floor light up to show how fast they were going down.
“Eight!” said Henry, calling out the floor number.
“Seven!” Jessie said as they reached the next floor.
“Six,” said Violet. “We’re almost halfway there!”
But instead of continuing down five more floors on its speedy trip to the library’s lobby, the elevator slowed and groaned to a stop on the sixth floor. The elevator doors creaked open.
“Oh, no,” said Benny. “We were so close!”
Once the doors had opened all the way, the Alden children were met by the same library worker they’d seen earlier. The man was still pushing the same connected carts of books.
“Excuse me,” said the man as he pulled the carts onto the elevator. “Library books coming through. Make way for library books.”
The elevator was hardly big enough for four children, a library worker, and lots of neatly stacked library books stored on carts. If the children hadn’t been in such a hurry, Benny might have started talking to the library worker, asking the man’s name and how he was doing and other friendly questions. But Benny just tapped his foot impatiently and under his breath told the elevator to “Hurry up!”
As Jessie was about to ask Benny to please be a little bit more polite, the elevator slowed and stopped once again.
“We’re only on the third floor!” Benny said.
“This is where I get off,” said the library worker. The man rolled the carts off of the elevator and told the children goodbye, not realizing what a hurry that the Alden siblings were in.
It seemed to take forever for the doors to shut once again. Benny called off the last two floors. “Two! One! We’re here!”
By the time the elevator finally stopped on the first floor of the library, and by the time the doors slid open for the last time, and by the time that Henry and Jessie and Violet and Benny spilled out of the elevator and into the library lobby, there was no one in sight—no one, except for Miss Hollenberg.
“Miss Hollenberg, Miss Hollenberg!” Benny shouted, sprinting out of the open elevator. “I saw it! I saw it! And my brother and sisters did, too!”
Jessie quickly caught up with her noisy little brother, taking him by the arm. “Benny,” she said, “remember that we’re in a library…you can’t just yell and run around. People are here to read and study and learn.”
Sure enough, Miss Hollenberg had been working away at her computer, but looked up at the sound of running and yelling. The old librarian started to shush whoever was making the racket, and saw the Aldens coming her way.
“What’s the matter, children?” she asked. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“A gargoyle!” Benny said. “We saw the gargoyle, and it saw us!”
“Now, now,” said Miss Hollenberg, “you must have seen one of the statues.”
“But it wasn’t one of the statues,” said Violet. “The gargoyle we saw was floating outside of the window, and then it disappeared.”
“And the gargoyle statues were up at the top of the roof,” said Benny, “but I saw—we saw—this gargoyle on the floor right below the top floor.”
“And then we heard someone or something running down the stairs,” Jessie said, “but they got away because the elevator ride wasn’t as fast as we thought it would be. Did you see anybody—or anything—run out of the stairwell right before we did, Miss Hollenberg?”
“I’m sorry, children. I was busy working,” said Miss Hollenberg. “I didn’t see anyone running around here except for the four of you.”
“Now we have a new mystery to solve,” said Henry. “We’ve solved quite a few mysteries already, and we have gotten pretty good at it, too.”
Miss Hollenberg shook her head. “Children,” she said, “while solving mysteries sure sounds like fun, and is probably something you’re good at if you’re as smart as your grandfather, you must remember that this is a library…”
“That’s a great idea!” said Henry. “Miss Hollenberg, are there any old books or papers here in the library that might tell about the gargoyles? Maybe we could solve the mystery by reading about it.”
“Gargoyles? Stairway chases? Mystery solving? You children certainly have good imaginations, don’t you?” Miss Hollenberg chuckled. “I know this old library inside and out, and there aren’t any gargoyles here, other than the statues. Like I said when you arrived—it’s just a legend. And like I’ve already told you, please remember that this is a library. People are here to read and study, not listen to a bunch of ruckus.”
“We’ll be quiet,” promised Jessie.
“Yeah,” said Benny, “especially if you help us solve this mystery…”
“There have to be books or papers that talk about the gargoyles, don’t there?” said Henry. “This library is really big and really old. I bet there are books and papers about everything in here.”
“Well, there are thousands and thousands of books in this old building,” said Miss Hollenberg. “And nearly as many old papers and documents. But I can assure you children that there aren’t any clues about gargoyles hidden in books or papers, so don’t bother looking.
Henry thought that was not a very librarian-like thing for Miss Hollenberg to say. Most every librarian he had ever met—and since Henry loved books, he’d met quite a few—loved when children wanted to read old books and learn new things. Miss Hollenberg was acting strange.
The old librarian continued talking. “Now, I clearly remember hearing your grandfather tell you to meet him at the football field,” she said. “That would be a much better place for such loud and rambunctious behavior, don’t you think?”
As the Aldens trudged across the campus of Goldwin University to the football stadium, they were a little discouraged.
“I wish we could have stayed at the library,” said Henry. “There must have been clues we missed that would have solved the gargoyle mystery. I’m sure that the gargoyles aren’t real, and that someone is just trying to scare people.”
“I wish Miss Hollenberg had listened to us,” said Violet. “Maybe she could have helped us solve the mystery, since she knows so much about the library.”
“I wish that elevator had been a little bit faster,” said Jessie. “We could have solved the mystery if we had made it downstairs a little sooner.”
“And I wish,” said Benny, “that we had something to eat. I’m hungry!”
Benny was always hungry, and the scare and chase he’d had at the library made his stomach growl even louder than usual.
“The Bruin Beanery,” said Jessie, pointing at a shop ahead of them on the sidewalk. “Maybe there’s something to eat there.”
“What’s a bruin?” Violet asked. “And what’s a beanery?”
“Bruin is just another word for bear,” Henry said. “The mascot of Goldwin University is a bear, or a bruin.”
“And beane
ry is another way to say coffee shop,” said Jessie. “Most coffee shops also have food for sale…”
Before Jessie could finish her thought, Benny’s nose had already caught the scent of something tasty. The youngest Alden ran down the sidewalk and through the front door of the Bruin Beanery, yelling, “I smell chocolate chip cookies!”
Benny’s siblings reached the counter of the coffee shop and found their brother already ordering from the clerk.
“I’d like four chocolate chip cookies, please,” Benny said to the clerk behind the counter.
The clerk was a gloomy-looking college student dressed in black. Her hair was jet black, too, and she wore black eyeliner around her eyes. The Bruin Beanery badge on her chest said that her name was Raven. “Four chocolate chip cookies for the four of you?” the girl asked.
“No,” said Benny. “The cookies are for me. I’m really hungry!”
With their afternoon snacks sitting on a table in the middle of the coffee shop, the Alden children sat down on tall stools. Henry had ordered a bagel with cream cheese. Jessie munched on a slice of zucchini bread. Violet had a blueberry muffin, with juicy, purple berries oozing through her fingers.
“These cookies sure are great,” Benny said kind of loudly. “They almost made me forget about that scary gargoyle I saw.”
“What did you say?” asked Raven the coffee-shop clerk from across the shop.
“I said these cookies are delicious,” said Benny. “Did you make them yourself?”
“No,” said Raven. “What did you say about a gargoyle?”
“My little brother Benny saw a gargoyle at the library,” said Jessie.
“Actually, we all saw it,” said Violet.
“You saw a gargoyle?” Raven asked. She didn’t look so gloomy anymore. Instead, she looked very excited and rushed out from behind the cash register, coming over to the children’s table. “Tell me about it.”
Henry told Raven all about the gargoyle Benny had seen, about how it disappeared, and about the slow elevator ride to the first floor of the library as they chased the source of the mysterious thumping and bumping sound they had heard echoing up the stairwell. “Why are you so interested in the gargoyles?” Henry asked. “Have you seen one before?”
“Yes, I have,” said Raven. “I’ve been gargoyle hunting for the past month. For years there has been a legend of the grinning gargoyle, but ever since the new library was announced, a gargoyle has actually started appearing around town and scaring people. And once people started seeing it, I decided to catch the gargoyle on video. I’ve actually spotted it quite a few times. My online gargoyle videos are very popular. I have thousands of hits so far.”
“Well, we don’t think the gargoyle is a real creature,” said Henry. “Gargoyles are just statuesmadeofstone. Butwedidseesomething up there in the library. It’s a mystery! And the four of us plan on solving this mystery.”
“Let me know if you see it,” said Raven. “And be sure to check out my online videos!”
Jessie pointed at the clock on the coffee shop wall. “We’d better meet Grandfather at the football stadium,” she said.
“Thank you for the cookies!” Benny said.
“And thank you for the information,” said Henry. “We’ll let you know if we find anything.”
“You can find me online,” said Raven, “or in my dorm, Harper Hall. I live in room 4B.”
After saying goodbye to Raven, the Aldens walked the rest of the way across campus, discussing everything that they had seen and heard so far.
“Raven sure seems interested in the grinning gargoyle,” said Henry.
“And she sure seems proud of her videos,” said Jessie, “and how many people have watched them. Do you think she might be behind the gargoyles that people are seeing.”
“Or the gargoyle that we saw?” said Benny.
“Remember, Benny,” said Jessie, “that gargoyle wasn’t real. Someone was behind it, and Raven seems like she could have been that someone. I think we should keep her in mind as we try to solve this mystery.”
The children soon reached the football field. The stadium was a building that looked as ancient as the library. It was made of old, dark stone and had soaring arches all around its curved walls. Above the tall arch over the entrance were the words Goldwin Coliseum.
“Coliseum,” said Henry. “That’s the name of a giant outdoor stadium in Italy where the ancient Romans used to hold games and events. I read about it in school, and saw pictures of it in my history book. The Goldwin Coliseum looks almost as old as the Roman one!”
Henry led the way as the Aldens entered Goldwin Coliseum and made their way through tunnels and walkways until they heard the sounds of football practice. The children scurried down the concrete stairs past row after row of red, metal bleachers once they saw Grandfather Alden waving at them from the fifty-yard line of the football field.
“Grandfather,” said Benny as he reached the green grass that was lined with white lines and marks, “you won’t believe what we saw!”
“I can’t wait to hear about it,” Grandfather said, “but first let me introduce you to Goldwin University’s famous football coach. This is Coach Woods. Back when I was a student here, he was our star player and a very close friend of mine. But now he coaches the Bears to victory every football season.”
A stocky older man stood next to Grandfather. He wore a red cap and jacket and had a shiny, silver whistle around his neck. Coach Woods shook each of the Alden children’s hands with a big, strong grip, saying, “James has told me all about you children. He’s very proud of you.”
Then the coach pointed to the players on the field, tossed a football to the children, and said, “Why don’t you kids run out there and show me what you’ve got?”
CHAPTER 3
Nice Catch
The Aldens were big football fans. The children loved to sit with Grandfather and cheer for the Goldwin Bears each week when the team played on television. They also loved to throw and catch the football in their big backyard in Greenfield. So the chance to run around a real football field was too good to pass up. It even made the four children forget about their latest mystery for a minute or two.
“This is great being on the same field as the guys we see on TV!” said Violet, staring at the big, strong players in their red uniforms and white helmets.
“But the field doesn’t look quite like it does on TV,” Jessie said.
Jessie was right. The field of Goldwin Coliseum didn’t seem as big as it did on television. It didn’t seem as fancy as other sports arenas the Alden children had seen or visited, either. The cement steps they had run down had been chipped and crumbling. The seats were hard metal bleachers, and not the cushioned chairs that some stadiums had. And the grass on the field was brown in some places, with patches of dirt and holes in other spots. But a football field was a football field, and they had the chance to play some football.
“Benny, run out and try to catch it!” said Henry.
Henry threw the football as far as he could and Benny sprinted down the field. The ball looked like it was going to fly far over his head, but at the last second Benny dove. He tumbled head-over-heels, and when he came to a stop, Benny held the football tightly in his hands.
“Nice catch!” Jessie said to her younger brother.
Benny stood up, dusting the white chalk from the football field off of his arms and legs. Then he proudly carried the football back to his siblings.
“Look up there, Benny,” said Violet. “You’re on the big video screen!”
Benny looked up at the screen that showed replays for the fans at football games, and watched himself dive for the football and catch it. The video of Benny’s nice catch played again and again, causing his siblings, his grandfather, and all of the Goldwin football team players to erupt in cheers.
“You’re quite a receiver!” Coach Woods called from the sideline. “When you get older, maybe you’ll be a Goldwin Bear, too.”
; Once the giant screen went blank, the four children watched the actual Goldwin Bears practice running and throwing and kicking and catching. The players were all very fast and very strong. Benny hoped one day he’d be as good at football as they were.
But one of the players was even faster and stronger than the rest of his teammates. The player with number 44 on the back of his red jersey could run like the wind. None of the other players could catch him, and if they did catch him, they couldn’t tackle him. When the quarterback threw him a pass, Number 44 always seemed to catch it. Catch after catch, Number 44 never let the football touch the ground.
Then, as Number 44 leaped into the air to grab the football, he landed with a crunch.
“Ouch!” he said, falling to the ground. “I think I hurt my leg.”
The Alden children made it to the hurt player first.
“Are you okay?” Jessie asked. “Where does it hurt?”
“What happened?” asked Benny.
Number 44 lay on his back, holding his leg. “When I jumped up to catch the ball, my foot landed in one of those holes in the field. I must have twisted my ankle in the hole.”
A man with a first-aid kit ran over from the sidelines, Coach Woods jogging right behind him.
“It looks like he hurt his foot or leg,” Henry said.
“It will be okay, children,” the man said. “I’m the team’s trainer. I take care of any players who get hurt. This looks like it’s only a slightly sprained ankle.”
Coach Woods knelt on the ground looking unhappy. “We can’t afford to lose you right before the big game,” said the coach.
The trainer pulled a heavy bandage from his kit and wrapped the player’s ankle. Then Coach Woods wiped white dust from his hands and helped the player stand up. Number 44 leaned on the two men and limped off the field.
As the player, coach, and trainer passed by, the Alden children heard Coach Woods mumbling under his breath.
“I’ve been telling them we need a new stadium for years,” said the coach. “Now look—our star player is hurt the day before the big game, and it’s because the field is in such poor shape. Why, Goldwin Coliseum is even older than the library. The only nice thing about it is that fancy video screen. Shouldn’t they build a new football stadium before they build a new library? Shouldn’t they just leave the old library alone? Maybe those gosh-darn gargoyles are onto something!”