儿童英语读物 The Comic Book Mystery CHAPTER 1 The Missing Comic Book

Six-year-old Benny Alden put down the Captain Fantastic comic book with a satisfied sigh.



“That was cool,” he said. “Especially when Captain Fantastic jumped over a building to catch the bad guys.”



“It was a good story wasn’t it?” said ten-year-old Violet. They had read the comic together.



Jessie, who was twelve, glanced out the window of the boxcar.



“It’s stopped raining,” she said.



“Let’s ride our bikes downtown and see if the new issue of Captain Fantastic is out yet,” Henry suggested.



The boxcar was a great place to spend a rainy afternoon, but the Alden children were glad to be outside.



When their parents had died and they had no home, Benny, Jessie, Violet, and Henry had lived in the abandoned boxcar in the woods. But then Grandfather Alden found them and took them to his big house in Greenfield. Grandfather had the boxcar towed to the backyard so the kids could use it as a clubhouse.



Now the Boxcar Children rolled their bikes out of the garage and pedaled to the town square. They locked their bikes in the rack and walked into a small shop called Comic World.



“Hello,” said a young man who was chewing gum. “What can I do for you?”



“Is the new Captain Fantastic here yet?” asked Benny.



“Just came in yesterday,” replied the clerk, putting the comic on the counter.



As the oldest, fourteen-year-old Henry carried their pooled allowances. He paid for the comic and gave it to Benny.



“Need any back issues?” the young man inquired. “Comic World sells used comics as well as new ones.”



“We have every issue except one,” Jessie said. She kept their collection organized by issue number.



The clerk nodded. “I bet I know which one you’re missing. Number nine, right?”



“How did you know?” asked Violet. She liked comics for the art. She was thinking about becoming an artist someday.



“There’s a mistake in Captain Fantastic number nine,” said the clerk, popping his gum. “You know that purple suit and green cape 1 he always wears? Well, in the second story of number nine, the cape is orange.”



The young man leaned on the counter. “The mistake makes it valuable. Collectors are hanging on to it. They don’t bring it here to trade or sell.”



“Will we ever find that comic?” Henry said. “We’d like to have a complete collection.”



“It’s not impossible to find number nine,” the clerk answered. “There’s an antiques show across town in the Greenfield Center. Some out-of-town comic book dealers 4 are there. You might get lucky.”



The Aldens thanked the clerk, then went outside. Henry said, “The Greenfield Center isn’t far. Let’s ride over.”



The huge community building was packed with booths and dealers selling old furniture, paintings, lamps, rugs, coins, dishes, and books. Crowds of people escaping the rainy day clogged 5 the aisles 7.



“Wow!” said Jessie. “It’s like a bunch of little stores in one big store.”



Violet spotted 8 a display of old comics at a nearby booth.



“Let’s try there,” she said.



At that moment, a familiar figure turned away from the booth. He wore a purple suit with a green cape and a black eye-mask.



“Captain Fantastic!” Benny exclaimed. “He’s real! No, wait. He walks too slowly and he doesn’t have any muscles.”



“It’s a regular person dressed in a Captain Fantastic suit,” Jessie told him.



Without saying a word, the masked man handed her a flyer, then strolled down the aisle 6.



“What does it say?” asked Benny.



“It says there’s a meeting of the local Captain Fantastic Fan Club at the library this week,” Jessie said. “And something about a big comic con 2 next weekend in Hartford. What’s a comic con?”



“I think it’s short for convention,” Henry said. “Comic book fans from all over the world will probably be there.”



Ahead of them, the Captain Fantastic cruised the aisles, handing out flyers. He stopped briefly 9 and spoke 10 to a comic book dealer 3 before hurrying off again.



“Do you have Captain Fantastic issue number nine?” Jessie asked the dealer.



The man shook his head. “The fellow in the cape asked me the same thing. That particular issue is as scarce as hens’ teeth.”



“I didn’t know chickens have teeth,” said Benny.



Jessie giggled 11. “They don’t. It’s an expression. It means the comic book is very hard to find.”



The kids walked up and down each aisle, asking all the comic dealers if they had issue number nine. None did.



“Look, there’s another comic booth,” said Violet, pointing. “Over where that lady is standing 12.”



The booth displaying racks of comics was half hidden in the corner. As the kids approached, a woman in jeans and boots was talking to the dealer intently.



“I wonder if she’s asking for number nine, too,” Jessie said. “So far we haven’t had any luck.”



The woman looked up at the kids, then back at the bald-headed man behind the stand. She tossed her reddish blond hair, spun 13 on a booted heel, and stalked away.



“I don’t suppose you have Captain Fantastic number nine,” Henry asked without much hope.



“As a matter of fact, I do,” the dealer replied. From beneath the counter, he pulled out a plastic bag containing the comic.



“Oh, boy!” cried Benny. They had actually found it!



“How much is it?” Jessie asked.



“Thirty dollars,” the man replied. The plaque 14 on his booth said his name was Al Conrad.



The kids stared at one another in disbelief. Thirty dollars for one comic book!



Henry was digging through his pockets. “Uh—we’ve only got twenty dollars — ”



“You seem like nice kids,” said Al generously. “I’ll let you have it for twenty dollars. I like dealing 15 with young fans.”



Before Henry could count out the bills, the Captain Fantastic rushed up to the booth in a swirl 16 of green cape.



“Number nine!” the costumed man exclaimed in a high-pitched voice. “Al, I must have it for my collection!”



“You’re too late,” Al told him. “I just sold my only copy to these young people. You should have gotten here earlier.”



“I just now found your booth. I’ll pay you double,” the Captain Fantastic offered, his voice rising even higher.



“Sorry,” the dealer told him firmly. “I sold it to them and I can’t go back on my word.”



The Captain Fantastic left, his shoulders sagging 17 with disappointment.



“I wish that guy could have found a copy, too,” Benny said. “He must really love Captain Fantastic, to go around in a suit like his.”



“Lots of fans wear costumes,” Al said, slipping their purchase into a paper bag. “And this comic does turn up from time to time. I’m sure he’ll find one eventually. Would you like to sign up for my mailing list?”



While Jessie filled out the Aldens’ address, Al added, “He may find one at the comic con in Hartford this weekend. That’s a much bigger show. You should go.”



“I wish we could,” said Violet wistfully. “But we just spent our allowances for the next two weeks.”



“There’s the refreshment 18 stand,” said Henry, as they walked away. “We don’t have any money, but we can get a drink of water.”



Benny was so excited he didn’t even mind missing a snack. “Can we look at our comic?”



At a small table, Violet removed the comic from its protective plastic bag. As she did, a slip of paper fell to the floor. She bent 19 to pick it up.



“I guess this is our receipt,” she said, then stared at the paper. “No, it’s some kind of note.”



“What does it say?” asked Jessie.



Violet turned the paper so they all could see. In strange lettering, the note read, I’ll try to get orig. of #9. “Sid.”



“What does it mean?” Jessie wondered.



“Maybe Mr. Conrad knows,” said Violet. “Let’s go back and ask him.”



Al Conrad seemed surprised to see them back so soon.



“Do you know anybody named Sid?” asked Benny.



“Sid? Oh! That’s the guy who writes and draws Captain Fantastic,” Al replied. “Sid Hoyt. See?” He pulled a new issue of the comic off a rack and opened it to the first page.



“I don’t see any name,” said Violet.



“The first page of a comic is called the ‘splash’ page,” Al told them. “The top panel is always the biggest. Most artists sign their names somewhere in that panel. Sid Hoyt’s signature box is always in the bottom left corner.”



“It’s very small,” said Henry. “I’ve never noticed before.”



“Mr. Hoyt is very modest,” said Al. “Did you know he lives right here in Connecticut?”



“Really?” said Jessie. “Where?”



“I don’t know exactly,” Al replied. “Some little town. Why all the interest in Sid Hoyt?”



Violet pulled the note from the comic bag.



“We found this when we opened our comic.”



Al glanced at the paper with a frown. Then he laughed. “You think Sid Hoyt wrote this note?”



“We don’t know,” said Henry. “We don’t even know what the note means. Do you?”



“It doesn’t mean anything,” Al said. “Just some foolishness left by the former owner, that’s all. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to pack up.”



He stuffed the paper in his pocket and turned away.



“Excuse me,” said Violet. “May we have the note back, please?”



Al hesitated, then handed it back to her.



The kids walked out of Greenfield Center and into the sunlight.



As they pulled their bikes from the rack, Benny commented, “Al seemed to be in a big hurry all of a sudden. Like he wanted to get rid of us.”



“And why did he try to keep the note?” asked Henry.



“He said the note doesn’t mean anything,” said Jessie. “I think it means something.”