Boxcar Children 12 - Houseboat Mystery (4 page)

“I don’t know,” said the clerk, laughing. “That’s the only thing I don’t know. I’ve seen it before, but it certainly doesn’t belong in Pomfret Landing.”

The Aldens left the post office and walked up the street to the candy store. As they went in, a bell on the door rang.

“Oh, isn’t this a lovely store!” said Violet.

The wallpaper was white with pink stripes. The ruffled curtains were white with pink dots. Two small tables and some chairs stood by a tiny soda counter. The shelves were covered with lace paper. Boxes of candy were everywhere.

The store was empty, but soon a lady appeared. It was the same Mrs. Young. She now wore an apron over her black dress, and she looked more tired than ever. Jessie thought to herself, “She looks as if she has been crying.”

Mrs. Young was trying to smile now as she said, “I’m glad you like my store. People come here from miles around.”

“Do you make your own candy?” asked Mr. Alden.

“Well, my sister is really the candymaker,” answered Mrs. Young. “But I help.”

Benny looked at Mrs. Young with a bright smile. He said, “I’ve always wanted to know how they made those curly things on the top of the chocolates. Do you know?”

“I do, indeed,” she replied. “Would you like to see it done? My sister is putting on those curly tails right now.”

“What luck!” said Benny. “I certainly would.”

Henry whispered to Jessie, “That Ben can get away with anything!”

Mrs. Young pushed back a curtain and led them all into the candy kitchen.

Mrs. Young’s sister was standing over a pan of chocolate. She had gray hair and was older than Mrs. Young, but she had a tired and worried look, just like her sister.

The Aldens watched her as she worked. She took a pink center on a fork, dipped it into the melted chocolate, and set the piece of candy on some waxed paper. Then with a flip of her fork she laid the curly tail across the top.

“Oh, Violet!” said Jessie. “Wouldn’t that be fun? Let’s try it sometime. I never knew how it was done.”

The centers were pink, white, yellow, pale green, and lavender. The sister smiled at Violet and said, “Your name is Violet? Here is a good one for you.” She picked up a lavender center, covered it with chocolate, and put on the tail. “You will have to wait for it to cool before you eat it,” the lady said.

“Oh, thank you,” said Violet.

“How about a milk shake while we wait?” asked Mr. Alden.

Mrs. Young smiled again. “You’ll like our milk shakes. We make our own syrup.”

Jessie led the way back to the tables. She said, “This is a good idea. We can take our dessert home inside us this time.”

The milk shakes were delicious.

Mr. Alden said, “Mine tastes exactly like fresh strawberries.”

“It ought to,” said Mrs. Young. “The strawberries grow in our backyard.”

The Aldens did buy some candy, but it was not chocolate. It was too hot on the boat for chocolate. But Mrs. Young gave Violet hers, and one for each of the rest.

As the Aldens were leaving, Benny turned to Mrs. Young and said, “When we came down the street, we saw an enormous black car going very fast. Do you happen to know who owns it?”

To his surprise, Mrs. Young turned very red and looked more worried than ever. Indeed she turned away, saying, “I’m sure it doesn’t belong in this town.”

“Oh, I’m awfully sorry,” said Benny. “It’s none of my business.”

“It’s all right,” said Mrs. Young. “Come again.” Then nobody heard what she said, because she almost whispered the words. Jessie heard the word “worried” but that was all.

When the Aldens were halfway down the street, Benny said, “I didn’t mean to upset her. I just thought she might know who was driving that car.”

Violet said softly, “I think she does.”

That night Benny was just floating off to sleep. He was almost dreaming. But suddenly he heard Mrs. Young’s words very plainly, “I’m just worried about my boy.”

Boy? What boy? Then Benny was asleep.

CHAPTER
4

The Auction

T
he next morning Benny climbed up to the roof of the houseboat. He called down to Jessie, “Look here and see if I have the new name right.”

“Oh, this is my day!” Jessie said, as she read
The Jessie Alden.
“I like having a houseboat named for me.

Henry asked, “Do you need to buy food today? Benny and I can watch for a place to land.”

“No,” said Jessie, shaking her head. “I have plenty of food for another day. We can just enjoy houseboating.” She looked up at the trees. “See, the branches almost meet over our heads. Isn’t it beautiful?”

The Aldens sat in chairs on the deck and watched the river grow wider and then narrower. Suddenly Jessie said, “Look, Grandfather! See that sign on the bank of the river? It says there’s an auction!”

The sign did indeed say:

     A
UCTION
, E
VERY
S
ATURDAY
A
T
10
A.M.

“Oh, you love auctions, Grandfather!” said Violet. “Let’s stop.”

Grandfather said, “You’re right, Violet. I do love auctions. But do you all want to go?”

Benny looked at his grandfather and said, “I never went to an auction in my whole life!”

“Neither did I,” said Violet.

Mr. Alden said, “I can’t believe it! I know it is so, but I can’t understand why I never took you to an auction.”

“You took me once,” said Henry. “And Jessie went, too. But that was years ago. Benny and Violet would love it, that’s for sure. It’s exciting, Ben.”

Jessie said, “Some auctions are better than others. This auction must have some good things, if they have one every week.”

Henry went on, “The auctioneer is very funny sometimes. He tries to keep everybody good-natured. You see, Ben, people call out what they will pay for a clock or a rug. The one who pays the most gets it.”

“That would be fun,” said Benny. “Let’s go.”

“We’re always saying ’Let’s go!’” said Jessie, laughing.

Henry said, “Just give me time to lock the doors and shut the windows.” They never forgot.

Henry and Benny poled the boat to the dock and anchored it and tied it.

When the Aldens reached the main street, they saw crowds of people going into a low, brown building with an enormous door. The door was as wide as the front of the building. The Aldens went along with the crowd.

Inside, they saw rows of folding chairs on the wooden floor. There was a little platform in the front, and on it were all sorts of things to sell. Furniture of all kinds stood on the platform. There were radios, TV sets, and bicycles. There were silver teapots, pictures of all sizes, and even baseball gloves. On a table was a box of old clothes and boxes of tin dishes and china and glass. It was fascinating.

Grandfather had seen many auctions. He always went up to the front seat. But this time, nobody seemed to be sitting down. All the people were up at the front of the hall, pushing and looking over the things to be sold. Some of the people had come to buy a book or a clock or a table for themselves. But dealers were there, too. They were men who bought things at an auction to sell again at a higher price. Dealers often bought furniture or dishes for their customers who had ordered them.

“Let’s look around,” said Benny. “It isn’t ten o’clock yet.”

“Then start here at the left end of the platform,” said Mr. Alden, “and work toward the right. Then we’ll see everything.”

Grandfather looked at a few things. “There are some expensive things here,” he said. “I wonder if there is a policeman around to see that nothing is stolen?”

“There’s one over there,” said Henry, pointing to a man standing in a corner. “But there are so many people here he can’t watch everybody.”

The crowd was good-natured. A big man laughed and said to Henry, “Excuse me for pushing. I can’t help it because someone is pushing me.”

“That’s all right,” said Henry. “I’m pushing, too!”

There were children in the crowd. The boys were looking at the baseball suits and bats. Girls were looking at sweaters.

“That is a beautiful mirror,” said Mr. Alden to Jessie. “And that desk is a very fine one, but—”

Someone pushed between Jessie and Grandfather, and Mr. Alden could not finish his sentence. When Jessie could get near him again, she asked, “What were you going to say, Grandfather?”

“I was going to say that the little vase way back on the desk is worth more than the desk.”

Again Jessie was pushed a little way from Mr. Alden, but she called to him, “Let’s stay right through this auction, Grandfather! We can eat lunch afterward. I’m sure we can find a restaurant.”

“Just as you like,” Mr. Alden called back.

Everyone nearby could hear all this. A lady turned to Mr. Alden and said, “There is a fine place right on Main Street called the Elm Tree Inn. There is a large elm tree right by the doorstep.”

“Thank you!” said Mr. Alden. “We’ll certainly go there.”

Just then a bell rang. Everyone began to rush for seats. The Aldens found seats in the front row. Henry sat beside a man in a gray suit.

The auctioneer began. He held up a small painting.

“What am I offered?” he called out. “This is a hand-painted picture of the river.”

A very young voice answered, “One dollar!”

Grandfather looked back to see who was bidding. It was a young boy, younger than Benny. Mr. Alden whispered to Henry, “It’s a young boy in a red cap. He’s very young to bid at an auction. He seems to be all alone.”

The man in the gray suit called out, “Five dollars!”

“Six dollars!” called a woman’s voice.

“Seven dollars!” said the man in the gray suit.

Grandfather whispered again to Henry, “I think that man beside you is a dealer. He knows what things are worth.”

“Ten dollars!” called the woman.

The dealer said to Henry, “Oh, let her have it! It isn’t worth more than ten dollars. They always start with the cheap things. I’m waiting for that little vase. It is out of sight now on the old desk.”

“Yes, I saw that vase,” said Henry.

The woman came forward and took the painting and gave the man ten dollars.

Then the auctioneer held up a box of old clothes. He took a boy’s shirt off the top and held it up. He said, “There are five shirts in this box, a boy’s jacket, a man’s heavy overcoat, and five women’s dresses. What am I offered?”

“One dollar!” called the boy in the red cap.

“Two dollars!” called a man.

“Three dollars!” called the boy.

“Four dollars!” shouted another man.

“Five dollars!” called the boy.

There was no answer. Nobody would bid higher than that.

“Going, going, gone!” said the auctioneer. “To the boy in the red cap!”

The boy came forward and took the box. He gave the man five one-dollar bills. Everyone smiled at the boy as he went out with the box of old clothes. He looked very much pleased with the things he had bought.

Benny whispered to Henry, “I saw that boy in the red cap looking over that box. I guess he is poor.”

“Well, he had five dollars, Ben,” said Henry. “And he got what he wanted. He’s gone, anyway.”

Benny half stood up. He looked through the window after the boy. He was surprised when he saw the boy begin to run. The boy was soon out of sight.

“That’s funny,” thought Benny. “I wonder why he was in such a hurry. Maybe he wants to show the things to his mother.”

At last the cheaper things were sold. The expensive things would be put up for sale now. The crowd began to talk and buzz. They made a great noise in their excitement.

“Quiet!” said the auctioneer.

First the dealer in the gray suit bought an old table for $500. He laughed as he paid for it. He knew he could sell it for more. But when he came back to his seat, he said to Henry, “I’m really waiting for that vase.”

At last the auctioneer came to the vase. He said to the crowd, “The vase I am going to sell next is the best piece here. It is very old and made of gold. You see! A rhyme! Old and gold.”

The people laughed.

Then the auctioneer went on, “This vase has rubies and emeralds set in the gold. It came from Egypt. I am talking about this small vase on the desk.”

He turned to take the vase off the desk, but the vase was not there!

The dealer whispered, “Stolen! I bet it was stolen!”

It seemed that the dealer was right. The vase could not be found. Again the crowd began to buzz.

“I stood right here,” said the policeman. “But I didn’t see anyone take it.”

“Well, somebody took it,” said the auctioneer.

“Too bad,” said Grandfather. “Let’s go. This auction is no fun anymore. No one likes to think there is a thief in the room.”

“Yes, you can go,” said the policeman to Grandfather. “I’m sure you didn’t take the vase.”

“I should say not,” said Grandfather. “I know the police will take care of this.”

Indeed, as the Aldens went out of the building, they met two more policemen coming in. Henry thought, “Someone must have telephoned the police station.”

As he passed a policeman on the steps, Benny said to him, “I hope you will find that vase.”