儿童英语读物 The Ghost of the Chattering Bones CHAPTER 8 What’s Wrong with This Picture?

The moment Nora and Mrs. McGregor came through the door, Jessie told them about the missing photograph. “I’m so sorry, Norah,” she said. “I know how much it meant to you. I just don’t understand what happened.”



“Oh, dear,” said Mrs. McGregor, in a concerned voice. “First the tape recorder, and now the photograph. What more can happen?”



“Don’t you worry,” Norah said kindly 1, patting Jessie’s arm. “It just so happens I made copies to give out to relatives.”



“Oh!” The frown left Jessie’s face.



“Besides,” Norah added as she started up the stairs behind Mrs. McGregor, “it’s bound to show up. After all, it has no value to anyone but the family.”



The Aldens exchanged a look. Norah didn’t realize the photograph could be an important piece of the puzzle. It had value to anyone who was after the brooch.



“There’s at least a dozen copies in my desk drawer,” she called down to them. “The den 2’s at the end of the hall, kids. Go in and help yourself.”



“Let’s check it out,” said Jessie, who was back to her usual cheery self.



With that, the four children headed along the hall. As they got closer to the den, they noticed the door was open a few inches. They heard a familiar voice.



“I’m telling you, it’s a foolproof plan.” This was Annette speaking. “Nobody suspects a thing.”



The Aldens didn’t like the sound of this. They knew it wasn’t right to eavesdrop 3, but in this case, they felt they were doing it for a good cause.



“No … they won’t be a problem anymore,” Annette was saying. “What’s that? … We’ll leave no stone unturned?” She was laughing loudly now. “That’s a good one!”



“Did you hear that?” Jessie asked the others, as they walked back along the hall.



Henry nodded. “It sounds like Annette’s up to something.”



“And she was asking about the mystery today, too,” added Jessie. “That’s kind of fishy 4, don’t you think?”



“It was suspicious,” admitted Violet.



Benny looked over at his brother and sisters. “Shouldn’t we warn Norah?”



“It is a pretty strong case against Annette,” admitted Violet. “But we can’t be sure what she was talking about on the phone.”



Henry agreed. “And Norah would never believe she was up to anything—not without hard evidence.”



“You’re right, Henry,” Jessie said. “It’s one thing to suspect someone. It’s another thing to have proof.”



That evening, Norah, Mrs. McGregor, Pam, and the Aldens went to a baseball game and cheered for the hometown team. Even Pam couldn’t help getting into the spirit of things. The game went into extra innings, and it was late by the time they finally returned to Eton Place.



After getting ready for bed, the Aldens got together for another late-night meeting. “I wonder who she was talking to on the phone,” said Benny, still thinking about Annette.



Henry answered first. “Spence Morton comes to mind.”



“You think Annette and Spence are working together, Henry?” Jessie asked in surprise.



“Could be,” he said.



“Annette and Spence?” Benny repeated, not understanding. “But Spence left town, remember?”



“Maybe that’s just what he wants us to believe,” suggested Henry.



Violet thought about this for a moment, then she nodded. “I guess it’s possible he was trying to throw us off the track.”



“Exactly,” said Henry. “So nobody would suspect him.”



Violet tucked her brown hair behind her ears. “Maybe it isn’t the bridge he really wants.”



“What do you mean, Violet?” Benny wondered.



“It’s possible Spence is after Meg’s brooch.”



“Oh, I hadn’t thought of that!” said Benny.



Just then, Jessie remembered something. She quickly told her sister and brothers about hearing someone in the hall outside the living room.



“Do you think somebody was spying on us?” Benny said.



Jessie had to admit it was possible.



“I wonder how much he—or she—overheard,” said Violet, sounding a little uneasy.



“Enough to know the photograph was an important part of the mystery,” Jessie responded.



The others nodded. No one would go to the trouble of stealing the photograph unless they knew it would help them find the brooch.



Henry had something to add. “Remember Annette saying on the phone, ‘They won’t be a problem anymore’?”



Benny nodded. So did Jessie and Violet.



“You think Annette was talking about us, Henry?” Violet asked.



“Yes,” said Henry. “I have a hunch 5 she was.”



“I guess she thinks we can’t solve the mystery without the photograph,” added Jessie.



Henry nodded. “It’s possible she took it without realizing there were copies.”



“There’s something I don’t understand,” Benny said thoughtfully. “Annette was the one who found the picture in the attic 6, right? If she wanted to steal it, why didn’t she just take it then?”



“Maybe she didn’t think it was important at the time,” offered Violet.



“First thing tomorrow we’ll get hold of one of the copies.” Henry stretched and yawned. “Right now I’m too tired to think straight.” With that, they decided 7 to call it a day.



When Violet climbed into bed, her thoughts turned once again to the photograph of Stone Pool. She still had the nagging 8 feeling that something was wrong. But what was it? She tucked the thought in the back of her mind as she drifted off to sleep.



In the middle of the night, Violet cried out, “That’s it!” She sat bolt upright in bed as the answer suddenly came to her. “That’s why it was underlined three times!”



“Hmm …?” Jessie looked over at her sister.



“I just figured out what’s wrong with the photograph!” Violet threw back her covers and jumped out of bed. “Come on, Jessie. This can’t wait until morning.”



After rousing Henry and Benny, Jessie and Violet led the way down to the den. Sure enough, they found copies of the Stone Pool photograph tucked into Norah’s desk drawer.



“So, what’s going on, Violet?” Henry wanted to know.



“Think about this,” Violet said, as they sat down on a little sofa. “The photograph’s supposed to be from 1810. Right?”



Jessie, who was sitting in a circle of light from the lamp, glanced at the words in the old-fashioned script. “That’s what it says.”



“The problem is,” Violet told them, “photography didn’t come into use until the 1820s!”



Jessie blinked in surprise. “Then the photograph couldn’t have been taken in 1810.”



Violet nodded. “Meg got the date wrong.”



“That’s kind of weird 9.” Benny wrinkled his forehead. “Do you think we found another clue?”



“I sure do!” Henry slapped Violet a high-five. So did Jessie and Benny.



“But … what does it mean?” put in Benny.



Nobody said anything for a while. They were all lost in thought. Finally Henry spoke 10 up. “Are there any other mistakes?”



“I’m not sure,” Violet said. “That was the only thing I noticed.”



Bending over the photograph, Henry said ‘hmmm’ several times.



“What do you see?” Jessie asked, looking over his shoulder.



Henry didn’t answer.



“Henry?” Jessie asked again.



“This is getting weirder 11 and weirder.” He ran his finger under the words in white ink. “It says the photograph was taken in the afternoon.”



“What’s weird about that, Henry?” asked Violet



“The clock tower in the background says ten o’clock. The photograph couldn’t have been taken in the afternoon. It was taken in the morning!”



“You’re right, Henry,” Violet cried.



“I just noticed something else.” Jessie looked up from the photograph. “There’s no way this picture was taken in the summer.”



“What makes you say that, Jessie?” asked Violet.



“Look at the trees.”



With their heads close together, the others took another look.



“No leaves!” Benny exclaimed in amazement 12. “The trees are bare.”



“And there’s smoke coming from the chimneys,” added Henry. “Did you notice?”



Violet bent 13 closer. “Now that you mention it …”



“Let’s go over everything.” Henry ticked off what they knew on one hand. “This picture wasn’t taken in the afternoon. It wasn’t in the summer. And it wasn’t 1810.”



The children looked at one another. How did Meg get so much wrong?



“I guess Jon Eton wasn’t the only one who made mistakes,” Benny pointed 14 out.



“Jon Eton?” Henry gave his little brother a questioning look.



“He made a mistake about the bridge,” Benny explained. “Remember?”



The Aldens suddenly stared at each other. “Jon’s Blunder!” they all cried out in unison 15.



“I can’t believe it!” said Violet. “Meg made all these mistakes on purpose. Her blunders were supposed to point the way to the bridge!”



“It all adds up,” said Jessie. “Norah said the brooch disappeared around the time the men were working on the bridge. We’re lucky Benny mentioned Jon’s Blunder.”



“Do you think …” Henry paused for a moment to sort out his thoughts. “Do you think Meg’s brooch is hidden behind one of the stones?”



Jessie bit her lip. “If so, we have a big problem on our hands.”



“What do you mean?” asked Henry.



“Remember what else Annette said on the phone?” Jessie looked around at them. “She said, ‘We’ll leave no stone unturned’.”



Benny nodded. “And then she laughed.”



Violet caught her breath in sudden understanding. “She knows!”



“Knows what?” Benny looked confused.



“Annette might have meant that the brooch could be hidden somewhere in Jon’s Blunder,” Henry informed his little brother.



Benny’s jaw 16 dropped. “Uh-oh.”



“That would explain Spence’s interest in the bridge,” Violet realized.



Jessie said, “There’s only one thing to do.”



The others looked at her. “What’s that, Jessie?” Benny said.



“Find the hiding place first!” she said.



“Well, what are we waiting for?” The youngest Alden was already heading for the door.