Mike's Mystery (5 page)

“I must have seven,” said Mrs. Wood with a laugh. “Because you must all come to supper sometime.”

Jessie said firmly, “I think you need a dozen, Mrs. Wood. That would be two of each color.”

“Yes,” said Benny. “And then I could use the pink cup—I mean if I ever came to supper.”

Jessie laughed. “Benny has a pink cup at home,” she told Mrs. Wood. “He loves it because he had it in the Boxcar. I certainly would not like to break that pink cup.”

“We must have knives and forks, spoons, and pans, too,” said Mrs. Wood.

The storekeeper seemed to be thinking. At last he said, “Mrs. Wood, may I say something? I wouldn’t buy too many things if I were you.”

“Why on earth not?” cried Mike.

“Well, I can’t say too much,” said the man. “But I know your friends are going to give you some things.”

“Oh, how kind they are!” cried Mrs. Wood. “I never thought of such a thing!”

“Don’t tell I told you,” said the man.

“We won’t tell, any of us,” said Benny. “It would be awful if you bought things, and then people gave you the same things.”

“Really, I think you have bought enough, now,” said the storekeeper. “Let’s leave it. You can ride in the truck if you want to. You children ride in the back with the stove, and Mrs. Wood can sit with the driver.”

“I want to sit with the driver, too,” said Mike.

“All right,” said the storekeeper. “Get in.”

The two dogs were waiting outside the store. At last, all the things, children and dogs were in the truck. Everyone laughed as the truck went by.

They waved to the children. The children waved back. The dogs barked and barked.

Mike said, “How are you going to get that heavy stove into the room at the mine, Mister?”

The driver smiled. “I’ll have plenty of help,” he said. “You wait and see.”

“I suppose you telephoned,” said Mike.

“No, but the storekeeper did,” said the driver. “We all have some secrets, don’t we? Just look over there, right by the mine office!”

The truck slowly came to a stop. The children stared at the crowd, and then they all laughed and laughed.

CHAPTER
9

Quick Work

W
hen the truck stopped at the mine office, a crowd of workmen stood waiting. The men were all smiling. Henry, Benny and Mike jumped out of the truck and helped Jessie and Violet out.

The driver helped Mrs. Wood down from the high seat. “We’ll help you move these things into the building,” said one man. “You tell us where you want them to go.”

Mrs. Wood and the children and the driver went in. They looked around. The dogs ran around barking. Just then Mr. Carter came out of the office.

“Oh, Mr. Carter, hello!” said Henry. “You are just the man we want.”

“I want to see him too,” said Mrs. Wood. “I want to ask him something.”

“Ask away, my lady,” said Mr. Carter with a smile.

“Well,” said Mrs. Wood slowly, “I can hardly wait to make a pie. And I’d love to live right here in this room with my two boys.”

“That’s just what I said!” shouted Benny. “I said you’ve got to live somewhere, and why not here?”

“Yes, you did, Benny,” agreed Mrs. Wood. “That is what gave me the idea. You see, Mr. Carter, the boys say there are watchmen up here all night. They would help me if I needed anything. And it wouldn’t take long to put up some rough boards and make two rooms, would it? It would be so handy for me to start my pies early in the morning.”

“Oh, what a wonderful idea!” cried Jessie. “We can help Mrs. Wood, too, Mr. Carter.”

“Yes, I think it could be done,” said Mr. Carter. “I have talked with Mr. Gardner, the big boss, Mrs. Wood. He says if I say O.K., he says O.K.”

“Oh, isn’t this fun!” shouted Benny. “Who would put up the rough boards?”

Mr. Carter laughed. He pointed at the workmen who were bringing in the stove.

“Would they?” asked Violet softly.

“Yes, they would,” said a workman who heard what Violet had said. “We have time off today.”

“Then you could make the rooms today!” shouted Mike. He never liked to wait for anything.

A workman laughed at Mike. “You’ll have to help us, son,” he said.

“Oh, yes, I will,” said Mike. “I’ll be the one to tell you where the things go.”

“That is called a boss,” said the man. “Boss Mike.”

Benny said, “Mike would be a good boss. He really would. And so would I. You see, that window will make Mike’s room, and the next window will be Mrs. Wood’s room. Every room will have one window so that it will have plenty of light.”

“Not so bad!” said the man. “There is water in the office already. So we will just get longer pipes to go to your sink.”

What a noise there was! Men were cutting holes in the floor for the pipes. Others were pounding away at the pipes. The dogs barked and barked. Mr. Carter telephoned three times and soon some long boards arrived at the door. More men came.

“My room can be small,” said Mrs. Wood. “Just big enough for a bed.”

“Mine ought to be bigger,” said Mike. “Because Pat and I will have two beds, and I want another bed for Ben. I want him to sleep up here sometimes.”

“That will be easy,” said a man. “One small room, and one big one. Are you going to sleep here tonight?”

“No,” said Mike. “No beds.”

“What did you say?” shouted Benny. “Look out of the window!”

Another truck had just come. A bed was sticking out of the back. It was an Army cot.

Mr. Carter ran down the steps and said a few words to the driver.

Violet thought the driver said, “I’ll be back soon,” but she was not sure. The driver saw the children. He called, “Come on, kids! Help me take out these things.”

The boys were delighted to help. They found some folding chairs under the cot.

“Where did these things come from?” asked Henry.

“From the neighbors,” said the driver. “Everyone wants to help Mrs. Wood. These came from the store, but—.” He stopped and said, “Don’t ask me any more questions.”

But Benny went right on. “What are those barrels for?”

“Two barrels of flour,” said the driver.

“For pies,” said Violet.

“Oh, barrels are very useful,” said Benny. “Just put a board across two barrels and it makes a seat.”

“It makes a table, too,” said Jessie. “Remember our table in the barn on Surprise Island?”

Soon the children sat in a row on the long board. They were all watching the rooms go up.

“This is like a ball-game,” said Henry.

“It’s like a race,” said Benny.

Henry said, “Some day we ought to have a race. We ought to have a fair race for Watch and Spot.”

“Do you think so?” asked Mike. “Watch is a very fast runner.”

“Oh, ho!” cried Benny. “You’re afraid Watch will beat again!”

“No, I am not!” cried Mike. “Spotty is a fast runner, too.”

“Now, boys, no fights!” said Henry. “Just enjoy yourselves. Who’s coming now? It’s a woman in a car.”

“My neighbor from the blue house!” cried Mrs. Wood. She went to the door.

“Mike, come help Mrs. Smith with that box.”

Mrs. Smith came in smiling. She shook hands with everyone. Then she said, “Mrs. Wood, all your friends want to help. They have looked over the things they can spare and everyone is giving you something. It’s a Surprise Party.”

“How kind you are!” said Mrs. Wood with tears in her eyes.

“We planned to have it next week, but Mr. Carter telephoned that now is the time. So everyone is coming today.”

“Well, Mr. Carter is right,” said Mrs. Wood. “This is the time I need it most.”

“There are two sheets and two blankets in that box,” said Mrs. Smith. “And more are on the way.”

Another car came while she was talking. Then another and another. Soon the room was full of women with baskets and boxes. They brought everything that Mrs. Wood needed.

“Oh, oh!” said Jessie. “Isn’t this fun, Violet? Look how fast the men are making shelves!”

“I’ll put my pink cup on the shelf,” shouted Benny.

“Look out of the window!” shouted Mike. A man was helping someone out of a car. It was Aunt Jane with her bright blue eyes and pink cheeks. She had a newspaper in her hand. Lady walked beside her.

All the children rushed over to Aunt Jane. All but Mike. He just stood and looked at the paper in her hand.

CHAPTER
10

Mike’s Idea

O
h, Aunt Jane,” cried Jessie. “I’m so glad you came! Mrs. Wood is going to live here and make pies and sell them.”

“Yes, I know,” said Aunt Jane, laughing. “I know all about it. A little bird told me.”

“Who told you?” asked Benny.

“Well, it was a big bird, after all,” said Aunt Jane. “It was Mr. Gardner, the big boss. He sent a car for me.”

Aunt Jane went into the big room.

Mike went up to her and held out his hand. She gave him the newspaper with a smile.

She said, “Maggie found it. I haven’t had time to look at it, but I am sure it is the right one, Mike.”

Then everyone tried to tell Aunt Jane about the two new rooms.

“They have doors!” said Benny. “Two doors, one in each room.” The man who was putting up the doors laughed at Benny.

Jessie showed Aunt Jane the barrels of flour. Violet showed her the shelves. There were many dishes already on the shelves.

Aunt Jane had brought some things with her. A man came in with them. He had some big kettles and long spoons, and some small pans and small spoons.

“You have to get your own meals, Mrs. Wood,” said Aunt Jane. “I thought the other cooking dishes would be too big for you.”

“You are right, Miss Alden,” said Mrs. Wood. “I must cook for my family, too. Where is Mike?”

Mike was not there.

“But where is he?” cried Jessie. “He was here just a minute ago.”

“He’s all right,” said Mrs. Wood, laughing. “Mike can take care of himself pretty well. He must have some new idea.”

Mike did have a new idea. He was in the office, talking to Mr. Carter. The newspaper was open on the desk, and they both were looking at the picture.

“See that man?” asked Mike. “He is the one Spotty growled at. He is wearing a hat, but you can’t see if it is blue or not. Spotty must have seen him before.”

“I have seen him before, too,” said Mr. Carter, frowning.

“Where?” asked Mike.

“I don’t know where,” answered Mr. Carter.

“Well, he was at the fire,” said Mike. “I saw him myself.”

“And he has been at the mine,” said Mr. Carter, “for here is his picture.”

“I don’t think he is a very good man,” said Mike. “He looks rough to me.”

“He looks rough to me, too,” said Mr. Carter. “We must keep our eyes open, Mike.”

There was a rap at the door.

“Come in,” called Mr. Carter. It was Benny.

Benny said, “Oh, here you are, Mike! We lost you. I have another idea.”

“Sit down,” said Mr. Carter smiling. “We’ll all sit down, and you tell us your idea.”

“Well,” began Benny, “you know Mike was making a new dog house for Spotty.”

“No, I didn’t know that,” said Mr. Carter.

“Well, he was,” said Benny. “And you know how Mike is. He isn’t very neat.”

“I am too, neat!” cried Mike.

“No, Mike. Listen! You had boards in the cellar. You had some boards by the heater, and some boards by the stairs, and some boards on both sides of the room.”

“Well, yes, I did,” said Mike. “But they were neat. They were standing up, neatly.”

“But I mean they were on all sides of the cellar,” cried Benny. “Don’t you see? That’s why the fire started on all sides of the house!”

“Good for you, Benny,” said Mr. Carter. “The firemen think the fire was set by somebody.”

“I didn’t. I never did!” shouted Mike.

“Be quiet, Mike!” said Mr. Carter sharply. “I never said you did. I said somebody.”

“Well, who?” asked Mike. “Who would set our house on fire with Spotty in the cellar?”

“I don’t know yet,” said Mr. Carter.

Then Benny said, “Think hard, Mike. What did you ever say to make anyone mad at you?”

“I never said anything.”

“Yes, you must have,” said Benny. “You know you talk a lot, Mike.”

Mike began to think. “Maybe I did say something one day. But it was last summer,” he said. “Maybe I said I was glad Miss Alden didn’t sell her ranch to those three men. Remember that, Ben? Maybe I said I would know them in a minute if I saw them.”