Gymnastics Mystery

by Gertrude Chandler Warner

  The announcer called for an intermission. The Alden children used the opportunity to find Grandfather and Mrs. McGregor.

  “There you are!” said the housekeeper. “We wondered where you’ve been.”

  “We didn’t mean for you to worry,” Violet apologized. “But we need to keep an eye on Katya. She—” Without revealing the question of Katya’s mysterious identity, Violet continued, “She’s nervous and likes to have us nearby.”

  Grandfather nodded. “I understand. You have become friends this week. She’s a very nice girl.”

  I only hope she’s telling the truth about who she is, Violet thought. She would hate to have her grandfather disappointed.

  “Katya’s scores are excellent,” Grandfather said. “She did well on the vault and aced her bar and beam routines.”

  “I hope she wins,” Mrs. McGregor said firmly.

  “They’re starting again,” Benny said. “We’d better get over there.”

  The last event was the floor routine. The audience buzzed with excitement. Floor routines gave the gymnasts a chance to show their best skills.

  Music blared from the loudspeakers. The audience clapped with the beat as the first gymnast performed.

  Soon it was Katya’s turn again. She stood at the corner of the huge blue mat, waiting for her music. Jessie could see her coach frantically rummaging through a bag.

  Katya threw a worried glance at Irina.

  “I bet the tape with Katya’s new music is gone again!” Violet declared.

  Jessie pulled a cassette from her pocket. “Well, this time we’re prepared.” She strode over to Irina. “We made an extra copy, just in case.”

  A look of immense relief broke over the coach’s face. “Thank you very much. You are such a good friend to Katya.” Then she hurried to the music station.

  In seconds, Katya’s music poured from the loudspeakers. Katya smiled and began her first tumbling pass.

  “Good thing you thought of making an extra copy of Katya’s tape,” Henry praised Jessie.

  “Too many weird things have happened at this competition,” Jessie said modestly. “I just wanted to make sure nothing else went wrong.”

  “It’s awfully funny how Katya’s music keeps disappearing,” said Benny.

  Jessie didn’t think it was funny at all. She couldn’t keep her eyes on all the suspects at the arena, but she had a good idea who the culprit was.

  On her last tumbling pass, Katya was even better than she’d been in practice. The Alden children had worked with her the night before in their basement, until Katya had perfected every move.

  Now Katya stopped precisely at the far corner, not stepping out of bounds, and raised her arms in the air.

  The audience loved her routine. They stamped and cheered. Katya bowed to both sides of the arena. She looked happy, as if she knew she had performed well.

  The judges must have felt the same way, Henry thought as he watched the white cards flip over. Every judge scored her floor routine at 9.9, the highest score received that day on the junior team.

  Katya sat down with her teammates, who patted her on the back. The American team performed next. Denise’s floor routine was good, but not as daring as Katya’s. Denise received scores of 9.7 and a 9.8. Jessie saw Mrs. Patterson’s face fall when the scores were displayed.

  “The competition is over for Katya’s class,” Henry told the others. “It’s time for the awards.”

  At the judges’ table, the men and women conferred briefly. Then the announcer spoke.

  “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said. “First place for the all-around gymnast goes to Katya Ludskaya of Russia!”

  The Aldens clapped harder than anyone. Benny even whistled as Katya climbed up on the stage to receive her medal.

  Denise Patterson was the second-place winner and a girl from the Romanian team won third. Katya and Denise hugged each other as photographers snapped the winners’ picture.

  “This is so exciting!” Violet cried, still clapping.

  Next, the award was announced for the best team performance.

  The American gymnasts took the first-place medal, with Katya’s team winning second. Once more, Katya and Denise hugged each other.

  “There’re even!” Benny cheered.

  “And they’re friends,” Jessie said. “Even though Denise’s mother tried to keep them apart.”

  When the ceremony was over, Katya and Denise came over to the Aldens. The girls glowed with happiness, wearing their medals.

  “Congratulations,” Henry said. “You both were great.”

  “Thanks,” said Denise. “Katya and I are going to write to each other. We’ll probably see each other at other competitions, too.”

  “Uh-oh,” said Katya. “Your mother is coming.”

  “I’d better get back to my team,” Denise said. “See you later, Katya.”

  Mrs. Patterson swept in their direction. But instead of following her daughter, Mrs. Patterson halted in front of Katya.

  “I want to apologize,” she said. “I’ve done some terrible things the last few days.”

  “You were the one who poured water on Katya’s warm-up jacket,” Jessie said. “And you hid the chalk for the uneven parallel bars.”

  Mrs. Patterson nodded, ducking her head in shame. “I also took your music for your floor routine. I didn’t mean to hurt you ... I just wanted Denise to win.”

  “She did win,” Katya said. “She is a very good gymnast.”

  “But not as good as you,” said the woman. “I watched you during the early practice sessions. You have a drive that Denise doesn’t.”

  Jessie turned to her. “Were you wearing blue sweatpants and a red wig the other day?”

  Mrs. Patterson blushed. “Yes. Sometimes I put on a disguise to check out Denise’s competition. Well ...” She was too embarrassed to say anything else. “I’d better find my daughter.”

  “Unbelievable!” Violet exploded when the woman had left. “She did all that to help her daughter win!”

  “It didn’t matter,” Henry pointed out. “Katya won anyway.”

  “I’m glad we solved the gymnastics part of the mystery,” Benny said. “But we still have lots of questions left.”

  “Like why Al Stockton is following you everywhere,” Violet said to Katya.

  “He has looked at me strangely ever since the day he came to your house to pick up his bag,” Katya remarked nervously. “I do not know why he keeps watching me.”

  “Maybe we can find out,” Henry said thoughtfully. “I have an idea.”

  “What is it?” asked Jessie.

  “Remember those pictures Benny saw that fell out of Al Stockton’s camera bag?”

  Jessie nodded, then explained to Katya about the photographs. She didn’t mention that the photograph of the house was the same house in Katya’s letter.

  “We’re going to make one of the pictures come to life,” said Henry.

  “How are we going to do that?” Benny wanted to know.

  “If Mrs. Patterson can disguise herself, so can Katya!”

  The children went back to the concession area. Henry and Benny waited outside the ladies’ rest room while Jessie, Violet, and Katya went inside.

  When the girls emerged, Violet was wearing Katya’s warm-up suit.

  Katya had on Violet’s purple jumper and pink long-sleeved turtleneck. Her ponytail had been combed out. Her gleaming blond hair fell softly to her shoulders.

  “Here comes Al Stockton,” Henry said. “Right on cue.”

  Jessie gave Katya a little push forward. “It’ll be all right. We’re right behind you.”

  Katya walked into the bright lights of the concession area.

  Al turned and stared at her, his jaw dropping.

  “You!” he said hoarsely. “I knew it was you when I saw you in the airport! You’ve followed me all the way to America!”

  CHAPTER 10

  Benny’s Trick

  Katya’s blue eyes were like sauc
ers. “I followed you!” she declared unbelievingly. “You have been following me!”

  Jessie let out the breath she had been holding.

  “You looked scared when you first saw Katya,” she said to him. “Why?”

  “She reminded me of somebody,” Al replied. “In that dress and all.”

  Henry said, “A girl in a painting, maybe?”

  Al’s eyes narrowed. “You snoopy kids act like you know something.”

  “We are not snoops,” Benny corrected. “We solve mysteries.”

  “We’ll start with the day you got off the plane,” Henry said. “We were waiting for Katya, who was on the same flight.”

  Violet took over the story. “You grabbed her bag.”

  “That was a mistake!” Al insisted.

  “Yes, it was,” Violet agreed. “Especially since there was something in your bag you had stolen.”

  Now Al stiffened. “What are you talking about?”

  At that moment, Lucas Tripp came up. This time he was wearing his glasses. “Mr. Stockton,” he said. “I see you’re still here.”

  “Of course I’m here,” Al said defensively. “I’m covering this competition for my newspaper.”

  “Is that so?” Lucas countered. “The Alden kids found out you don’t work at the Register. In fact, the receptionist at the paper had never even heard of you.”

  Al’s face changed. His expression became less angry and more worried as he realized he was in trouble. “What else do you kids know?”

  “We know you lost this.” Benny dangled the silver locker key. “I found it on the floor in the airport.”

  “A key doesn’t prove anything,” Al said. “That locker could be empty.”

  “Aha! You know it’s a locker key,” Henry said. “You dropped the key before you could put anything in it. And then you found you had the wrong duffel.”

  Al shook his fist at Katya. “You found the gold box, didn’t you? You stole it from my bag!”

  “What gold box?” asked Katya. She looked confused.

  Jessie turned to the black-haired man. “Katya doesn’t know anything about the gold box. She just happened to pick up your bag by mistake. Just like you picked up hers by mistake. When she saw men’s clothes were in it, she closed it. She didn’t go snooping. She never even saw the gold box.”

  “All right,” said Al with resignation. “I went to Russia on a phony magazine assignment. It’s my scam. The way I operate. The owners of fancy mansions let me photograph their homes. While I was in Russia, I worked this mansion and swiped that little gold box off a table.”

  “You smuggled it into this country,” Henry guessed. “In your suitcase.”

  “Yes,” Al admitted. “I have a partner who helps me find wealthy buyers who don’t ask embarrassing questions.”

  Benny spoke up. “But you lost the box.”

  Al frowned. “When I realized I had this girl’s bag, I hurried to your house the next morning, hoping she had mine.”

  “But something frightened you,” Violet interrupted.

  “Her!” Al pointed at Katya. “There was a painting in the mansion in Russia of a little girl. She looks just like the girl in the painting! It was like she was haunting me!”

  “I think it was your guilty conscience, Mr. Stockton, that was haunting you,” Lucas said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Tell us about the box. What happened to it? Why did you rent a locker?”

  “To put the box in,” said Al. “I live with my aunt and uncle in Rockwell. My aunt goes through my room sometimes. I didn’t want her to find the box, so I planned to hide it in the locker until I could meet my partner. We’d pick it up together. But first I called him to tell him I was home.”

  “That’s when you saw Katya,” stated Benny. “In the airport.”

  “She startled me,” Al confessed. “And some guy wanted the phone. So I decided to go home and bring the box back later, when I wasn’t so rattled. But then I found out I had the wrong bag! So when I got my bag back the next day, I stopped at a pay phone to call my partner again. I wanted to let him know I had the bag back. When I returned to my car, I checked my bag for the box and it was gone! You took it!” he accused Katya.

  “None of us believe that Katya stole the box,” said Henry. “It must have been someone else. The same someone who took it to the Nearly New pawnshop.”

  “I’ve been doing a little investigating myself,” said Lucas. “I called the owner of the pawnshop where you said you saw the gold box—” Lucas looked sheepishly at the Aldens. “I can’t resist a mystery either.”

  “The box was pawned?” Al said incredulously.

  Lucas continued, “The young man who stole it from Al’s car needed rent money. He told the pawnshop owner he was between jobs. His landlady was threatening to kick out him and his dog.”

  “The dog!” Jessie exclaimed. “He was the guy we saw in the park playing Frisbee with Ralph, the dog. I knew I’d seen him somewhere before! He was the man waiting to use the phone in the airport!”

  “That’s right.” Lucas nodded. “The man’s name is Chuck. After you kids were in Nearly New, the owner became suspicious and took the gold box out of the window. He was afraid it was stolen property.”

  “It was stolen twice,” Violet said. “First by Al, then by Chuck. But how does this Chuck fit into the mystery?”

  “That’s what I’ve been busy finding out,” said Lucas. “Chuck overheard Al talking about the box on the phone in the airport. It was just a coincidence that Chuck was hanging out there, hoping to find some loose change. Then he followed Al to his house in Rockwell. But Al took his bag in the house that night. The next morning Chuck followed Al again when he went to the Aldens’. When Al stopped at the pay phone, Chuck took the box from Al’s duffel in his car and pawned it.”

  “What happened to Chuck?” Jessie asked.

  “The pawnshop owner had his address,” said Lucas. “The police have picked him up for questioning. The gold box is very valuable. The Russian owner is frantic to get it back.”

  “And the wealthy Russian owner is not related to Katya?” Jessie asked.

  Everyone turned to look at Katya.

  “I am not related to anyone wealthy,” said Katya and she looked at the floor.

  Benny put his hand on her shoulder.

  Al groaned. “I’ve been double-crossed by a bunch of kids and a broke guy with a Frisbee-playing dog!”

  “You followed us,” Henry realized. “That was you in the town square the other night. You were wearing sweatpants and a trench coat.”

  “And you followed Katya during practice,” Violet put in. “You kept taking her picture.”

  “I couldn’t believe she was the same girl who lived in the fancy house in Russia,” Al said. “You saw the picture of the painting in that house. Katya looks just like that girl. I kept comparing the photos I took of Katya to that picture, but I still wasn’t sure.”

  “What were you going to do?” Lucas demanded.

  “Take the gold box back from her,” Al said matter-of-factly. “If Katya was the daughter of the Russian guy, I figured she followed me to America. She was also on the gymnastics team. But when the competition was over, she’d blow the whistle on me. I had to get the box back and disappear.”

  “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” Benny guessed.

  The corners of Al’s mouth turned down. “At least it was a good scam.”

  “Well, it’s over now,” Lucas said, stepping closer. “I’ve called the police. They’re on their way.”

  Suddenly Al bolted. He shot between Henry and Lucas.

  Benny knew Al would blend into the crowd in seconds. He couldn’t run as fast as the older man. But maybe he could do something to slow him down.

  Remembering what Katya had taught him, he planted his hands on the floor and did a lopsided cartwheel.

  Al tripped over Benny. His escape route was blocked long enough for Lucas and Henry to clutch the man’s arms.


  “Well done!” Katya cried, hugging Benny.

  “I still fell,” Benny said. He wished he could learn that trick.

  At that moment, Grandfather, Mrs. McGregor, and the police arrived on the scene.

  Grandfather looked at his grandchildren. “I don’t even have to ask,” he said, smiling. “You’ve just solved another mystery!”

  “We’ll tell you all about it, Grandfather,” said Benny. “If you’ll take us to Joe’s Pizza.” Now that he had helped save the day, Benny realized he was starving.

  Everyone laughed.

  “Joe’s Pizza it is,” said Grandfather.

  “We didn’t like keeping the mystery from you,” said Jessie to Grandfather and Mrs. McGregor. “But we needed to find out more about Katya. We thought she might be trying to hide something. Sorry, Katya,” she added to the gymnast.

  Katya pushed her plate away. She had eaten more pizza than Benny, to his astonishment.

  “It is all right,” she said. “I have not been a very good houseguest.”

  “Of course you have,” Mrs. McGregor protested.

  Katya ducked her head. “I have not told you the truth about myself.”

  Jessie held her breath. Had they been wrong about Katya after all?

  “If you feel comfortable, why don’t you tell us about it now,” Grandfather said gently.

  “I did not like talking about my life back home,” Katya said. “When you and Mr. Lucas asked me those questions, I felt nervous.”

  “Why?” asked Violet. “We were just curious about how you live in Russia.”

  “I was afraid you would not understand,” Katya confided. “You see, I live in a small apartment with my large family. It is very cramped. I share a bed with my sister. My mother works to help pay for my training. My grandmother baby-sits the little ones so we can take the train every day to my gym.”

  “What’s wrong with that?” Henry asked.

  “When I arrived in America, I thought everyone was rich,” said Katya. “When I saw your boxcar, I knew everyone is not rich—but I was still embarrassed.” Her cheeks turned pink. “I even tried to hide a letter my grandmother sent because part of it was written on a page of our local newspaper. We cannot afford good writing paper.”