儿童英语读物 The Outer Space Mystery CHAPTER 8 A Pale Blue Clue

The next morning, the Aldens reported to the dining room a half hour before the breakfast crowd.



Hazel Watson was waiting for them. “Good morning,” she greeted. “I’m so thankful you children are pitching in.”



“We’re glad to help out,” said Jessie.



Hazel handed the three older children aprons 2. A special pocket stitched on the front contained a small notepad and pencil. “Your uniforms,” she said.



“Where’s my uniform?” Benny asked.



“Remember? You and I are going to roll silverware in napkins. Let’s see who can roll the most.”



“Me!” said Benny.



A tray was pushed through the window that divided the kitchen and the dining room.



“Here are your breakfasts,” Hazel told them. “Eat up, before the rush comes.”



The children sat down and dug into bacon and eggs. While they ate, Hazel instructed the new servers.



“A pot of coffee and a pitcher 3 of juice is on each table. Menu cards are already by each place. There are only three meals a diner can choose.”



“Number one is the Mountaineer Breakfast,” Jessie said, reading a menu card. “Hash browns, scrambled 4 eggs, bacon, and toast. So if a customer chose that, I’d write Number 1 on my notepad.”



“Exactly!” Hazel said. “You will simply write down breakfast number one, two, or three.”



“How do we know when the food is ready?” Jessie asked.



“And whose order is whose?” Henry wanted to know.



Hazel shook her head in amazement 5. “You kids are pros 6! After writing each order, bring it to me. When the food is ready, I’ll call your name as the orders come up from the cook. The plates will already be on trays. Questions?”



“Yes,” said Benny. “Do we get extra food?”



Hazel laughed. “You can have all you want when this is over! Thank heavens this is the last day of the conference.” She held out her hand to him. “Let’s go roll silverware.”



The other three Aldens divided the dining room into sections.



“The tables have little flags with numbers,” Henry observed. “So when you write an order, be sure to write down the table number, too.”



By the time they had agreed on territories, it was eight o’clock. The first two diners entered the room.



They sat at table number fifteen, one of Violet’s. Nervously 7, Violet stepped up, order pad and pencil in hand.



“Our new waitress is very cute,” said a student with a wink 8. Violet giggled 9. “I’ll have breakfast number one.” Violet wrote down Number 1 very carefully.



His companion reached for the coffeepot. “I’ll have the same. We heard Rachel’s okay. Did she say when she was coming back?”



“No,” Violet replied. “But we hope it’s soon.” Then she remembered to write 15 at the top of her order slip. Wouldn’t it be awful if her customers’ meals went to the wrong table?



Soon the trickle 10 of diners turned into a regular stream. Henry, Jessie, and Violet scurried 11 around, taking orders and delivering meals.



Violet was delighted that she got to serve Grandfather and Dr. Porter. Grandfather seemed proud of her.



One of Jessie’s last customers was Mark Jacobs. He didn’t want anything to eat, only juice and coffee.



“Mark looks terrible,” Jessie commented to Henry as they passed each other. “As if he’s been up all night.”



 



“He’s so upset about losing his paper,” Henry said. “It was his big chance.”



Mark gulped 12 the rest of his juice, then left. Jessie wished she could help him.



Eugene Scott was the last diner to straggle in. Though he was dressed nicely in a jacket and tie, the student’s eyes were dark-circled. He sat down at one of Henry’s tables and wearily rested his head on his arms.



Henry went over to the table. “Excuse me, Eugene. Are you having breakfast?”



“What?” Eugene looked around blearily. “Oh, yeah.” He glanced at the menu. “Give me number three.”



As Henry hurried off with the order, he passed Violet and Jessie. With the rush over, the pace had slowed. The girls were leaning against an empty table near the kitchen.



“What’s wrong with Eugene?” Jessie asked. “He looks just as tired as Mark.”



“He seems beat,” Henry agreed. “But I can’t figure out why. His paper wasn’t stolen.”



“That’s right,” Violet said. “In fact, all Eugene does is brag 13 about his discovery. He doesn’t seem very excited, though.”



When Henry left to deliver the order, Jessie kept an eye on Eugene’s table.



First Eugene poured a cup of coffee. Then he pulled a pale blue packet from his jacket pocket. He unwrapped a small object and popped it in his mouth. He left the wrapper on the place mat.



Jessie grabbed Henry as he came by with Eugene’s breakfast.



“See that piece of blue paper on his place mat?” she exclaimed. “I think it’s a clue! Get it!”



With a nod, Henry went into action. He skillfully slid the plate of French toast in front of Eugene, while palming the scrap 14 of paper. Then he left Eugene’s table.



“Let’s see it!” Benny said. He had finished rolling silverware. When he joined the girls, Jessie told him about Henry’s secret mission.



Henry smoothed the small square. “It’s a mint wrapper, not a gum wrapper! I wonder why he’d eat a mint before his meal instead of after.”



“I don’t know, but it’s the same paper we found in our room!” Benny said.



“And the one Jessie found in the cabin,” Violet added.



“The intruder ate mints,” Jessie concluded. “Rachel chews gum, so it wasn’t her. It was Eugene Scott!”



“But why did Eugene break into our room?” Benny wondered. “What was he looking for?”



“Something’s wrong,” Henry said, watching his customer. “He’s hardly touched a thing on his plate.”



Glancing around, Eugene dumped his French toast and sausage links in his napkin. He crammed 15 it into his jacket and stood up to leave.



“What’s he doing?” Benny asked.



Henry knew instantly. “He’s smuggling 16 food.”



“To eat later?” Violet wondered. “As a snack?”



“He’s taking that food to somebody,” Jessie declared.



“We have to follow him,” Henry said, shedding his apron 1.



“But we can’t leave,” Violet pointed 17 out. “We’re still on duty.”



Hazel Watson came over just then.



“I believe that’s the last of the breakfast crowd,” she said with a relieved sigh. “You children did a fine job. I’ve heard nothing but compliments about our new serving staff!”



Jessie was untying 18 her apron. “It was fun. Can we go now?” She noticed Eugene Scott through the window. If they hurried, they would still be able to follow him.



“Yes, you may,” replied Hazel. “But there are lots of leftovers 19. You must be starved after all that work.”



“No, thanks!” Benny said, practically running out the door. Right now, solving a mystery was more important than a blueberry muffin.



Once outside, the children looked in every direction. Eugene was nowhere in sight. He could have taken any of the trails that wound through the campus or up the mountain.



“We’re too late!” Violet wailed 20. “We’ve lost him!”



Henry spotted 21 another pale blue wrapper in the driveway at the base of one of the stone pillars.



“No, we haven’t lost him! He left us a sign. This way!”



“I bet he took the secret trail!” Jessie said excitedly.



This time the children quickly spotted the faint trail that branched off the driveway.



“Doesn’t that branch look broken?” Benny asked, pointing to a drooping 22 tree limb on the right-hand path. “I bet Eugene did it.”



“But we’ve been on this trail,” Violet pointed out. “It could have been one of us.”



“No, Benny’s right,” Henry said. “That’s a fresh break. And the branch is pretty high. None of us is that tall. But Eugene is.”



“Good detective work, Benny,” Jessie praised.



Soon they saw more snapped branches and stripped leaves. Despite the thick foliage 23 and stinging insects, the Aldens hurried down the twisting path and into the glen.



The cabin door stood half open. Voices raised in argument filtered into the clearing.



“Stay back,” Henry cautioned the others.



The children hid behind an oak tree and waited. After a few minutes, Eugene Scott appeared, carrying a folder 24. He stomped 25 out of the cabin, rudely slamming the door behind him.



Muttering to himself, he found the footpath 26 and quickly disappeared into the dense 27 underbrush.



Henry stood up. “The coast is clear. Now let’s see who Eugene was yelling at.”



They ran up to the cabin porch and knocked.



None of the children was surprised when Rachel Cunningham opened the door.