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Authors: Gertrude Chandler Warner

Great Detective Race

The Great Detective Race
Created by Gertrude Chandler Warner
Illustrated by Robert Papp
ALBERT WHITMAN & Company, Chicago
Contents

CHAPTER

1. Ready … Set … Go!

2. The Pied Piper

3. Three Strikes in a Row

4. Gobble, Gobble

5. Does Spelling Count

6. A Big Question Mark

7. Through the Looking Glass

8. Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall

9. Crossing the Finish Line

10. Swan Cake

About the Author

CHAPTER 1
Ready … Set … Go!

“It just hit me!” cried six-year-old Benny. He snapped his fingers. “I know the perfect gift!”

Ten-year-old Violet looked over at her little brother. “What’s that, Benny?” she asked.

“A book about codes and clues!”

“Oh, Benny!” Jessie, who was twelve, couldn’t help laughing. “That’s a perfect gift for
us.

“We’re supposed to be looking for something for Mrs. McGregor,” Henry pointed out.

Henry was fourteen. He was the oldest of the Aldens.

“Not everybody likes mysteries as much as we do, Benny,” Violet said. In fact, the Aldens loved mysteries. And together, they’d managed to solve quite a few.

“Mrs. McGregor loves cooking,” Jessie reminded Benny.

The four Alden children—Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny—were standing in the Rat Cellar, a bookstore in Greenfield. They were shopping for a birthday present for their housekeeper.

“Yes,” said Benny. “Mrs. McGregor’s the best cook in the whole world.”

“Yes,” Jessie said thoughtfully. “Maybe we should be looking at cookbooks.”

“That’s a great idea,” agreed Henry. Benny nodded.

But Violet wasn’t so sure. “Mrs. McGregor already has so many cookbooks. Don’t you think we should get her something really special, Jessie?”

Jessie wasn’t listening. Something had caught her eye. The others followed her gaze to a poster on the wall.

“The ballet’s performing
Swan Lake
at the Greenfield Theater,” Jessie said. “And Mrs. McGregor loves ballet!”

“Oh, Jessie!” Violet clapped her hands. “That really
would
be the perfect gift!”

There was no stopping Benny. The youngest Alden raced over to the checkout. “We’d like to buy a ticket to
Swan Lake,
please,” he told the salesclerk.

The other Aldens smiled. They could always count on Benny to act fast.

The young woman behind the counter shook her head. “I’m afraid we don’t sell them here. Why don’t you try the ticket outlet in the Greenfield Mall,” she suggested.

“Thanks,” said Henry. “We will.”

As they turned to go, a smartly dressed woman, her hair streaked with gray, suddenly stormed through the door.

“Not a single copy!” she almost shouted. “I don’t see a single copy of
The Art of Good Manners
in sight.” The woman glared at the sales clerk. “You promised to display my books in your store window.”

“Oh!” The young woman behind the counter blinked in surprise. “You must be the author—Amber Madison.”

“Well, who else would I be? I came all the way from Boston to promote my book. But it looks like I made the trip for nothing!”

“I’m so sorry, Miss Madison,” the salesclerk apologized. “We’ve been rather busy around—”

“I’m not interested in your excuses!” the author snapped, cutting her short. “Do your job—or else!” With that, Amber Madison walked out.

The sales clerk let out a sigh as the door closed. “You’ll have to excuse me,” she told the Aldens. “I have work to do.”

“No problem,” said Henry. “Thanks for your help.”

As they stepped outside, Jessie shook her head. “I think Amber Madison should read her own book on manners.”

Benny frowned. “She wasn’t very nice.”

“I guess she was disappointed,” said Violet, who always liked to think the best of people. “About her books, I mean.”

“That doesn’t excuse her for being rude,” Jessie insisted, as they headed for the mall.

“One thing’s for sure,” put in Henry, “a book on manners is the very last thing Mrs. McGregor needs.”

“Mrs. McGregor’s
always
polite,” agreed Benny.

“We’re lucky to have her in our lives,” Violet said with a nod.

After their parents died, the four Alden children had run away. For a while, their home was an empty boxcar in the woods. But then their grandfather, James Alden, found them, and he brought them to live with him in his big white house in Connecticut. Even the boxcar was given a special place in the backyard. The children often used it as a clubhouse.

Inside the mall, the Aldens headed straight for the ticket outlet. “Mrs. McGregor will be so surprised,” Violet said, her eyes dancing.

Jessie put the money on the counter. “We’d like a ticket to
Swan Lake,
please.”

“Sorry.” The tall man behind the ticket window shook his head. “I just sold the last one.”

The Aldens could hardly believe their ears. “Now what?” Benny asked, his shoulders slumped.

Henry glanced at his watch. “It’s almost lunch time,” he said. “Why don’t we stop for a bite to eat.”

Benny didn’t need to be asked twice. The youngest Alden was known for his appetite. In no time at all, the four children were carrying their trays to an empty table in the food court. Violet and Jessie were sharing a ham and cheese submarine sandwich. Henry had chosen fish and chips. And Benny’s plate was piled high with fried chicken, cole slaw, and potato salad. While music blasted from the overhead speakers, the Aldens turned their attention back to Mrs. McGregor’s birthday gift.

“I guess we could still get a cookbook,” said Henry.

Benny nodded. “Maybe one with cookie recipes in it.”

“Sounds more like a present for
you,
Benny,” Henry teased.

Benny grinned. “Well, I
do
like—” The youngest Alden suddenly stopped talking.

“What is it, Benny?” Jessie asked with a worried frown. She often acted like a mother to her younger brother and sister.

Benny put a finger to his lips. “Shh, listen!”

No one spoke for a moment. They heard a man’s voice coming from the radio on the overhead speakers.

“You heard me, folks! Free tickets to Swan Lake! But remember, time’s running out to sign up for the Great Detective Race. This week, radio station WGFD is coming to you on location in the Greenfield Mall. Just head for our booth

right behind Alice

and fill out an entry form. Track down the right code word and win front-row seats to Swan Lake

as well as a ride in the sky with our very own traffic reporter, Chopper Dan. I’ll be interviewing the winner on my afternoon program, so sign up now. Just tell them Mike Devlin sent you!”

Violet’s hand flew to her mouth in surprise. “Did he just say something about free tickets to
Swan Lake
?”

Jessie nodded. “Front-row seats for the winner of the Great Detective Race!”

“And we’re detectives!” cried Benny, his eyes shining. “We’ll win for sure, right, Henry?”

“Right!” Henry agreed. Then he added honestly, “At least, we’ll do our best.”

The four Aldens quickly finished their lunch. Then they hurried over to a fountain decorated with a statue of a mermaid.

The stone mermaid, nicknamed Alice, was holding a mirror and smiling to herself. People in Greenfield often made a wish as they threw coins into the water. The bottom of the fountain was covered in pennies, dimes, and nickels. All the money went to charity.

Benny looked at his brother. Henry knew why. “Here you go, Benny,” he said, fishing a penny from his pocket.

With a grin, Benny took the penny and tossed it into the water.

“I bet that’s Mike Devlin,” Henry said, nodding in the direction of a booth nearby.

The other Aldens looked over to see a young man of about thirty sitting behind a microphone. He had sandy-colored hair and a golden tan.

“I’m sure of it,” said Jessie. She pointed to a WGFD poster with photos of both Mike Devlin and “Chopper Dan” Beamer.

Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny hurried over where a crowd had gathered around a long table. Everyone was busy filling out entry forms.

“Hi, kids!” A smiling young woman with coppery-red hair greeted the Aldens. “Are you here to sign up for the Great Detective Race?”

The youngest Alden nodded. “I’m Benny. And this is my brother Henry, and my sisters, Jessie and Violet.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Debra Belmont.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” said Jessie, speaking for them all.

“It’s my job to get more people to listen to this station,” Debra explained.

“The more listeners, the better.” She handed each of the children a WGFD baseball cap.

“Cool!” said Henry.

“Just fill out an entry form,” Debra went on. “Then I’ll give you the first clue. All the other clues are hidden somewhere in town. Oh, by the way,” she added, “you might need to use the magic words—‘I listen to the Big G.’”

“How dare you stick me on your Late Night show!” A woman stepped up to the table, waving a letter in the air. “I was expecting an interview with Mike Devlin.”

The Aldens looked at each other in surprise. It was Amber Madison—the author of
The Art of Good Manners.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible, Miss Madison,” Debra explained, as nicely as possible. “We never do interviews during the daytime.”

“Oh?” Amber looked cross. “Won’t Mike Devlin be interviewing the winner of this … this silly race on his program?”

“Yes, but it’s just for the contest,” Debra told her.

“I’m promoting my book!” Amber argued. “Nobody listens to the radio late at night. I want to talk about my book during the
day.

“I’m sorry, but it just can’t be done,” Debra said with a shrug. “We do interviews at night.”

“I see.” Amber looked as if she wanted to argue, but she didn’t. Instead, she sat down on the edge of the fountain, shaking her head.

Benny’s eyes were round. “That lady sure gets upset a lot.”

“Some grown-ups are like that,” said Henry, putting an arm around his brother.

On the other side of the table, a boy about Henry’s age suddenly called out, “Does spelling count?”

Debra shook her head. “Don’t worry,” she said with a smile. “I’m not much of a speller myself. If you can figure out clues, that’s all that matters in this race.”

“Guess what?” Benny piped up, as Jessie filled out an entry form. “We like tracking down clues—and we’re good at it, too!”

“Oh, really?” Debra looked over in surprise.

“We
have
solved quite a few mysteries,” Henry admitted.

“Well, good luck with this one,” Debra said, holding out an envelope. “The first clue’s a real doozy!”

As the Aldens walked away, they didn’t notice the boy on the other side of the table frowning—or Amber Madison watching them carefully.

CHAPTER 2
The Pied Piper

“We were in the mall,” Benny was telling Grandfather at dinner that night, “and guess what we heard on the overhead speakers?”

“I have a hunch it had something to do with a mystery,” answered Grandfather. “Am I right?”

Benny’s jaw dropped. “How did you know?”

Grandfather chuckled. “Because my grandchildren have a way of attracting mysteries.”

“The Greenfield radio station is having a contest, Grandfather,” Henry said. “The Great Detective Race.”

Jessie added, “There’s a code word hidden somewhere in town. The first person who finds it, wins the race.”

“We’re hoping to win tickets to
Swan Lake,
” Violet said. She looked to make sure their housekeeper wasn’t around. “For Mrs. McGregor’s birthday,” she whispered behind her hand.

Grandfather nodded approvingly. “That’s a great idea.”

“And that’s not all,” Benny added. “The winner gets a ride with Chopper Dan—in his helicopter!”

“Well, it’s not Chopper Dan’s helicopter, Benny,” Henry corrected. “I’m pretty sure it belongs to the radio station.”

“It won’t be an easy race to win,” Jessie said. “Lots of people were signing up for the contest.”

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