The Mystery of the Spider's Clue

by Gertrude Chandler Warner

  Jessie looked at Henry. “Do you think he really meant it?”

  “Well,” said Henry, “there’s only one way to find out.”

  CHAPTER 9

  A Tangled Web

  The Aldens pedaled downtown as fast as they could. They left their bikes in the parking lot behind the office building on Elm Street. As they raced around to the front of the building, they saw well-dressed people with briefcases coming and going.

  The Aldens hurried inside the office building and up the stairs to the second floor. They walked along the hallway until they came to a door with PAINTNER AND BRADLEY written across the front in shiny black script.

  As the door swung open, Melissa Campbell looked up from behind her desk.

  “Hello, Melissa,” Jessie said politely as they stepped inside. “Remember us?”

  The woman’s dark eyes narrowed in a frown. “Oh, yes.” Her tone made it clear she wasn’t pleased to see them.

  “We came to visit Thomas,” Benny piped up. Then he quickly added, “He told us it was okay.”

  “Mr. Paintner is busy with a client at the moment,” Melissa replied in an icy voice. “Maybe you children should come back another time.” She turned away.

  But the Aldens didn’t give up.

  “We don’t mind waiting,” said Henry.

  Melissa faced them again. “I’m afraid Mr. Paintner already has someone waiting.”

  When the children looked around, they noticed a young man sitting in the reception area. He was wearing a blue baseball cap with the letters GN on the front.

  “We don’t mind waiting, too,” Henry said, a little more firmly this time. “We have all day.”

  He went and sat down in the reception area. Jessie, Violet, and Benny did the same.

  Melissa glared over at them. “This is a place of business,” she snapped, “not a playground.”

  “That’s true,” said Jessie, who refused to be rude. “And we’ll try not to bother you.”

  Benny looked at Violet. “Wow,” he said, his voice scarcely above a whisper. “Melissa doesn’t like us very much, does she?”

  But Violet was only half listening. Out of the corner of her eye, she was watching the man in the baseball cap. She remembered seeing him earlier that morning at the Hollow Tree Restaurant. But the more she looked at him, the more certain she was she’d seen him somewhere else, too. Where was it?

  Just then Thomas Paintner stepped out of his office. He looked surprised to see the Aldens sitting in the reception area.

  Thomas walked over to them, smiling. “What’s up, kids?”

  Henry got to his feet. So did his brother and sisters.

  “We were hoping you might have time to talk,” began Henry. “It’s about—”

  Melissa stood up so quickly, her chair scraped against the floor. “There’s a gentleman here to see you,” she broke in. “And he’s been waiting for quite some time.”

  The man in the baseball cap suddenly stepped forward. “Ray Munch,” he said, holding out his hand to Thomas. “I’m here about the inheritance.”

  The children could hardly believe their ears. They held their breath.

  “What . . . ?” For a long moment, Thomas looked at the young man.

  “I got this in the mail.” Ray Munch reached into his pocket and pulled out an engraved invitation. He handed it to Thomas. “It says I’ll get an inheritance if I come up with the right code word.”

  “You got this in the mail?” Thomas stared down at the invitation. He looked confused.

  Jessie and Henry exchanged glances. Why did Thomas find it so hard to believe?

  “You bet I did,” replied Ray. “And I’ve got the code word all figured out.”

  Benny couldn’t stand the suspense. “What is it?”

  “Shakespeare,” Ray said. “The secret code word is Shakespeare!”

  Thomas shook his head. “That’s not the secret code word at all.”

  The four Aldens let out the breath they’d been holding.

  Ray Munch looked over at Melissa in surprise. “But . . . I was so sure.”

  The children caught the look. Thomas had seen it, too.

  “What do you know about this, Melissa?” Thomas demanded.

  Melissa looked angry. “How would I know anything about it?” she sputtered. “Why, I’ve never even seen that . . . that man before today.”

  Violet suddenly gasped. Everyone turned to look at her.

  “What is it, Violet?” asked Henry.

  “I’ve seen him before.” Violet turned to Ray Munch. “The letters on your ball cap . . .” She paused for a moment. “‘GN’ stands for Greenfield Nursery. Right?”

  “So what?” Ray shrugged. “What’s it to you where I work?”

  Benny suddenly recognized the man who’d almost bumped right into him. Putting his hands on his hips, the youngest Alden looked accusingly at Ray and Melissa. Then, turning to Thomas, he said, “We heard them at the nursery the other day. They were talking about a big chance for something.”

  “Is this true?” Thomas asked Melissa.

  “I told you it wouldn’t work,” Ray muttered. “Didn’t I tell you?” Then, without another word, he stormed out of the office.

  Melissa’s face turned a deep shade of red. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. Suddenly her shoulders slumped, and she sat down in her chair, looking defeated.

  “I think you have some explaining to do, Melissa,” Thomas said in a stern voice.

  After a moment’s silence, Melissa began to speak. “Ray Munch is my cousin,” she confessed. Then she looked at Thomas. “I happened to pick up the phone the other day when you were talking to Sam Snow. He wanted to know if the invitation he got was genuine. You told him all about your client and the inheritance. When I heard you say you didn’t know who was on your client’s mailing list, it started me thinking.”

  Melissa told them the rest of the story. When Sam read the invitation aloud over the phone, she wrote it down word for word. Then she had an invitation made up for her cousin. Their agreement was to split the inheritance. It seemed like the perfect plan. The only hitch was getting hold of the clues. By a stroke of luck, though, Melissa met the Aldens. That’s when she saw her chance.

  “You stole my notebook,” guessed Jessie. “And Grandfather’s street map.”

  Melissa didn’t deny it. For the first time she looked directly at the Aldens. “When you kids mentioned your boxcar, I decided to check it out. I thought I might find some clues for tracking down the secret code word.” She paused. “I was only there long enough to grab the notebook and the map. I got out pretty fast.”

  Benny put in, “Only you broke the heel of your shoe getting away.”

  Melissa looked at Benny and nodded. She didn’t seem surprised by what the Aldens knew. “I realized what good detectives you were when I looked through that notebook. Everything was in there. All Ray had to do was check out the spider plant at the restaurant.” She let out a long, weary sigh. “I can’t believe he botched it up.”

  “And I can’t believe you actually stole from the Aldens,” said Thomas, disappointment in his voice.

  “I’ve done a lot of things I’m not very proud of,” replied Melissa. She sounded sad.

  Thomas shook his head. “I won’t be needing your services anymore, Miss Campbell,” he said. “Please clear out your desk as soon as possible.”

  Just then the door opened. Sam Snow and Rose Hill stepped inside.

  Sam was wearing his best shirt and pants, while Rose was dressed in pink again. Even her purse had a pink rose on the front.

  As Benny looked over at the owner of the Hollow Tree Restaurant, he suddenly figured out the answer to one mystery. His mouth dropped open.

  Rose Hill was Pinky!

  CHAPTER 10

  The Mystery Man

  “We thought we’d take you out for lunch with us, Thomas,” said Rose. “And what a stroke of luck to find the Aldens here!” she added, glancing over a
t the children.

  “We’d sure like it if you’d join us,” Sam told them.

  The children looked at one another. They would never be able to discuss Sam’s past with Sam right there.

  Thomas spoke up before they could answer. “I just have a few things to clear off my desk.” He opened his door a crack. “Why don’t we step inside my office for a minute.” He was almost shouting. “It’ll be more comfortable.”

  Thomas was usually so soft-spoken. Violet wondered why he was raising his voice.

  “No need to yell, Thomas,” said Rose, who seemed to think it odd, too. “We’re right here.”

  They stepped inside a cozy office where law books filled the shelves and chairs were clustered before a huge desk. On the far side of the room was a door leading to an adjoining office.

  Violet moved closer to her younger brother. “What’s the matter, Benny?” She knew by the look on his face that something was up.

  “I know who Pinky is!” Benny announced. And he glanced meaningfully over at Rose.

  Henry, Jessie, and Violet exchanged looks of amazement.

  “Rose Hill is Pinky?” whispered Violet in disbelief.

  “How did you know?” Rose couldn’t help laughing when she overheard. “Pinky was my nickname when I was a young girl.” Then she added, “But nobody’s called me that in years.”

  Thomas laughed along with Rose as he sat down at his desk. “Back then, that’s all we ever called you!”

  “Didn’t know you had any other name in the old days,” added Sam.

  Henry looked at Jessie. Jessie nodded back. She was thinking what he was thinking. Rose was an old friend of Sam’s. They’d known each other for years. It all added up. The key to the code word really was in Sam’s past—and the key was Rose Hill!

  “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet!” said Jessie.

  Violet gasped. “And a rose by any other name is ‘Pinky’!”

  “That must be the secret code word,” concluded Henry. “Is that it?” he asked Thomas. “Is the secret code word—‘Pinky’?”

  Thomas reached into a drawer and removed an envelope. Opening the flap, he pulled out a small card. Then he held it up for everyone to see. The word PINKY appeared on it in large type.

  A slow smile spread across the lawyer’s face. “You hit the nail on the head, kids!”

  “Didn’t I tell you they were fine detectives?” said Sam, his eyes shining.

  Just then Violet heard something—a slight shuffling sound. It seemed to be coming from behind the door of the adjoining office. Was someone listening through the door? Melissa had told them Thomas was busy with a client. But where was his client? Violet had no time to think about it, though. Thomas was talking again.

  “You children did a fine job,” he said. “And just in the nick of time, too.”

  Henry nodded, but he looked troubled. Something just didn’t feel right.

  “What is it, Henry?” asked Jessie.

  Everyone turned to look at him.

  “I’m not sure,” said Henry. “But it’s like Grandfather said—it’s such an amazing coincidence.”

  “Coincidence?” Sam raised an eyebrow as he sat down in a chair.

  “Don’t you think it’s strange,” said Henry, “that this inheritance came along just when you’re out of work, Sam?”

  “Well,” Sam said thoughtfully, “now that you mention it . . .”

  “And the lawyer handling the estate just happens to be a friend of yours,” added Henry. “That’s a pretty big coincidence, too. Don’t you think?”

  Sam nodded. So did Violet and Benny.

  Jessie nodded, too. But she was thinking of something else. “And then there’s the code word itself,” she said. “Only a few people would have known Rose’s nickname.”

  “Hmm, I hadn’t thought of that,” Sam said.

  “Why were you so surprised, Thomas,” Henry asked, “when Ray Munch said he was here about the inheritance?”

  The question seemed to catch Thomas off guard. “What . . . ?”

  Henry quickly explained to Sam and Rose what had happened before their arrival. Then he turned to Thomas again. “You seemed so sure Ray Munch was up to something. It was almost as if you knew, somehow, that his name wasn’t on the millionaire’s mailing list.”

  Thomas shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “I had a hunch, that’s all.”

  “There’s another strange coincidence,” said Violet. “The person who came up with these clues must have liked mysteries. And he was good at making them up, too. Just like you, Thomas.”

  Benny folded his arms. “That’s right.” He looked accusingly at Thomas. “You make up codes and clues for your grandchildren. I bet you made up this mystery, too!”

  Thomas held up a hand. “Wait a minute!”

  Sam looked sharply at his old friend. “What’s going on, Thomas?”

  There was a long silence. In a quiet voice, Thomas finally answered Sam’s question. “I guess you’ve found me out,” he said. “The mystery of the Spider’s Clue was my own invention.”

  Sam blinked in disbelief. “You tricked me?”

  “I did.”

  “Oh, dear.” Rose wrung her hands. “Things aren’t going the way we’d planned.”

  Sam turned to her in surprise. “You were in on this, too?” He sounded more hurt than angry.

  “Well . . .” Rose began, then stopped. She managed a weak smile. “We were just trying to help.”

  At that moment, the door of the adjoining office swung open. A heavyset man with silver hair stood in the doorway.

  Jessie gasped. “The mystery man!”

  Sam’s mouth had dropped open. “It . . . it can’t be!”

  “You were listening at the door,” Violet said suspiciously. “Who are you?”

  Thomas smiled at the Aldens. “Well, kids,” he said, “I’d like to introduce you to Sam’s brother, Simon Snow.”

  “What?” the Aldens all cried at once.

  “Yes, it’s true,” Simon admitted. “I was here visiting Thomas. When I heard everyone coming inside, I hid in the other room.”

  Violet nodded. That explained why Thomas had raised his voice after opening the door a crack. He was warning Simon to duck out of sight.

  Simon looked over at his brother. “Don’t be angry with Rose. Or with Thomas. This whole thing was my idea.”

  “It was your idea to trick me?” Sam looked upset.

  Rose put a hand on Sam’s arm. “Simon only wanted to help. He heard about your accident, Sam. He knew you’d be too proud to accept money from him. Between the three of us, we came up with this elaborate scheme to help you out.”

  Sam was confused. “Then there never was an inheritance?”

  “That’s right,” answered Simon.

  “Or a butler who sent out invitations,” added Henry.

  “Right again,” said Simon. “Sam was the only one who received an invitation in the mail.”

  “And I sent that out myself,” put in Thomas. “The money wasn’t an inheritance. It was a gift from Simon.” Then he looked over at the Aldens and shook his head. “I knew you children were good detectives. But I had no idea you’d figure out so much.”

  Jessie had some questions. The mystery was still not fully explained. “We overheard you on the phone, Simon,” she said, “when we were tracking down clues. You mentioned the mystery, and you sounded upset.”

  Simon and Rose looked at each other.

  “Oh, that must’ve been when Simon phoned me,” said Rose. “We were arguing about the mystery. I was certain you’d never find the Hollow Tree Restaurant. I mean, the sign’s so faded on the awning. I thought we should give you a hint or two. But Simon wouldn’t hear of it. He was certain we’d be sorry if we said anything. He thought it would just make you suspicious.”

  “I knew you could solve it on your own,” said Simon. “I saw you in the library one day browsing through nursery rhymes. I knew you were going to solve the
mystery just fine.”

  “Were you following us?” asked Benny.

  Simon shook his head. “I’m sorry if I frightened you. I was passing by and I saw you go inside. I was just curious to see if your visit to the library had anything to do with the mystery.”

  “If the Aldens hadn’t seen through your plan, Simon, you would have left Greenfield without speaking to me.” Sam’s expression was grim. “Isn’t that true?”

  Simon hung his head. “I stood outside your house one afternoon, Sam,” he confessed. “I tried to work up the courage to knock on your door.”

  “I saw you there,” Jessie said quietly.

  Simon nodded. “I wanted to see you again, Sam. But I was afraid you’d turn me away.”

  “Turn you away?” Sam looked shocked. “I would never turn my own brother away!”

  Simon Snow crossed the room. He put out his hand. Sam got slowly to his feet, and the two men shook hands, then embraced. Simon had tears in his eyes. “I’ve been such a fool.”

  “That makes two of us, Simon,” Sam said in a choked voice. “That makes two of us.”

  Sam was true to his word. Just as soon as he was back on his feet, he cooked a big pot of chili and invited everyone over to enjoy it with him—the four Alden children, Grandfather Alden, Mrs. McGregor, Simon, Thomas, and Rose. And, of course, Watch.

  “I still can’t believe it,” said Sam, shaking his head. “I never thought I’d see the day my brother would be sitting right here in my kitchen.” Sam looked happier than the Aldens had ever seen him.

  “Well, you’d better get used to it,” said Simon as he helped himself to another bowl of chili. “I’ll be retiring next month, and I can’t think of a better place to spend my retirement years than right here in Greenfield.”

  Grandfather Alden smiled. “It’s a wonderful town.”

  Simon sat back in his chair. “Years ago, I told my brother he was making a big mistake to come back to Greenfield. But I was wrong.” He turned to Sam. “You live in a town where everyone loves and respects you. I envy you for that. I just wish . . .” Simon paused. “I just wish you’d let me help you out, Sam. I’ve done really well in the carpet business, you know.”