Mystery of the Spider's Clue (2 page)

Benny rang Sam's bell. A moment later, the door opened. A man in a business suit greeted them. He was very tall, with gray hair that circled a bald spot.

“You must be Mrs. McGregor,” the man said with a friendly smile. “And I bet these are the famous Alden children.” He held out his hand. “I'm Thomas Paintner. An old friend of Sam's.”

“I've often heard Sam speak of you,” Mrs. McGregor said warmly. “And you're quite right. I'm Mrs. McGregor and these are the Aldens—Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny.”

They all shook hands. “It's nice to meet you, Mr. Paintner,” the children said politely

“None of that formal stuff,” Sam's old friend told them. “Please call me Thomas.”

“We'll only be staying a moment,” said Mrs. McGregor. “We don't want to intrude.”

Thomas shook his head as he ushered them inside. “You won't be intruding,” he said. “Besides, I can only stay a little while longer myself.”

The well-dressed man led them into the living room, where the afternoon sun shone through sparkling clean windows. Sam was resting on the couch, a faded old quilt thrown over him, his shirtsleeves rolled up and a cane nearby.

“I was hoping you could make it!” he said cheerfully as they came into the room.

Mrs. McGregor held up her paper bag. “I remembered your favorite cookies, Sam.”

Benny's mouth dropped open as he looked around. Every square inch of every table was covered with get-well cards!

When she saw the look of surprise on Benny's face, Mrs. McGregor smiled and said, “Sam's been flooded with cards and phone calls since his accident.”

“Oh, yes!” put in Sam as he propped himself up higher on the pillows. “Folks have been real good to me. Even Thomas dropped everything and came right over. I called him the minute I saw his name on that invitation.”

Jessie and Henry exchanged glances. What did Thomas Paintner have to do with the strange invitation?

Mrs. McGregor said, “Why don't I make a pot of tea. Then we can sit down and have a nice visit.”

Sam smoothed his droopy mustache and grinned a little. “Do you think we could have some cookies with that tea?”

Mrs. McGregor was already halfway to the kitchen. “Of course!” she called back over her shoulder.

The Aldens went along to help. While Mrs. McGregor put water on to boil, Benny arranged the cookies on a plate, Jessie poured four glasses of milk, Henry reached into the cupboard for the napkins and the teacups, and Violet filled the sugar bowl.

They made their way back to the living room. Henry helped clear a space on the coffee table for the tea tray.

Benny perched on a wooden footstool. “Will you tell us about the invitation now, Sam?” He couldn't wait to hear all about the mystery.

“Sure thing.” With a nod of his head, Sam pulled an engraved invitation from his shirt pocket. He held it up for everyone to see. “This is it,” he said. “I got it in the mail today.”

Henry, Jessie, and Violet sat down together on the quilt-draped love seat, while Mrs. McGregor settled into one of the rocking chairs by the window. They waited expectantly for Sam to continue.

“My first thought,” Sam went on, “was that it was some kind of practical joke. That's why I asked Thomas to stop by.”

“It's definitely not a practical joke,” Thomas said firmly. “There's a lot of money waiting for the first person to solve the mystery.”

The Aldens looked at one another in surprise.

“Money?” echoed Benny.

Thomas nodded as Mrs. McGregor poured his tea. “I'm a lawyer, and one of my clients was a very wealthy businessman. Before he died, he came up with the idea for a mystery. Whoever solved the mystery would inherit a portion of his estate—that means a good chunk of his money.”

“Who was he?” Benny wanted to know. “The businessman, I mean.”

Thomas stirred cream into his tea. “My client wanted that to be kept a secret, Benny.”

“You mean, until after the mystery's solved?” Mrs. McGregor looked puzzled.

“Before
and
after, Mrs. McGregor,” answered Thomas. “The millionaire's name will
never
be revealed.”

Henry scratched his head. “Why did he want to keep it a secret?”

Thomas said only, “I'm sure my client had his reasons.”

Sam looked around at everyone. “The whole thing sounded kind of fishy to me. But Thomas swears that the invitation is for real.” Sam was patting his shirt pockets. “Now, where did I put my glasses?” He glanced over at the Aldens. “Could someone read the invitation out loud for me?”

Jessie stood up. “Of course.” She took the invitation from Sam, then began to read it aloud:

To Samuel Snow,

You are cordially invited to solve the mystery of the Spider's Clue.

In a separate envelope, you will find a series of clues that will lead you through Greenfield to a secret code word.

If you are the first to solve the mystery of the Spider's Clue and discover the secret code word, you will be the winner of an inheritance.

This code word must he given to Thomas Paintner, at the law firm of Paintner and Bradley, by July 12.

Good luck to one and all!

When she was finished, Jessie sank back against a cushion. She had never seen such a strange invitation before.

“There isn't much time to find the code word,” Violet pointed out. “The twelfth of July is only one week away.”

Thomas took a sip of his tea. “That's true,” he said. “And there'll be others trying to solve the mystery too.”

“It seems odd,” Henry said thoughtfully. “Why would the millionaire make a game out of giving away his money?”

Jessie was curious, too. “Why didn't he just name somebody in his will?”

“I bet the millionaire liked mysteries,” Benny guessed, his eyes shining. “Maybe he wanted everyone to have some fun trying to solve one.”

“You're a smart young man, Benny,” said Thomas with a slow smile. “Not many people would've figured that out.”

Benny smiled.

Sam put down his teacup and looked at each of the Aldens in turn. “I was wondering if you'd like to tackle this mystery for me,” he said. “I'd try to solve it myself, but I can't get around much right now. It takes me a long time to walk anywhere.”

The children didn't have to think about it. “We'd be happy to solve it for you,” Henry said in an excited voice.

“Great!” Sam was pleased. “I was hoping you'd say that.”

“Sam often tells me about the Alden adventures,” said Thomas as he reached for another cookie. “And I love to hear about them. I quite enjoy a good mystery.”

“Thomas is a big mystery fan,” Sam told them. “Always has been.”

Thomas laughed. “I've had a soft spot for mysteries ever since I was a kid,” he confessed. “Even now, I like to hide a bit of candy somewhere in the house when my grandchildren come to visit. I make a list of codes and clues to help them track it down.”

That sounded like fun to Benny. “Your grandchildren must really like visiting you.”

“I think they do,” said Thomas.

Suddenly Jessie had a thought. “What happens if nobody finds the code word?” she asked Thomas. “What happens to the inheritance?”

“According to my client's will, if no one solves the mystery the money goes to his relatives.”

Henry had a question, too. “Do you think the millionaire knew the people he sent invitations to?” he asked. “Or did he just pick their names out of the phone book?”

Thomas smiled mysteriously. “We may never know the answer to that.”

The Aldens exchanged glances. Why was Sam's old friend being so vague?

As if reading their minds, Thomas quickly added, “I drew up the will, but my client didn't tell me much else. He requested that the invitations be sent out after his death, and his butler did that. I didn't even know Sam was on the mailing list until he called today. I know the code word, of course,” he went on. “And I know that the first person to come up with it by July twelfth will inherit a nice sum of money. But I'm afraid that's all I know.” Thomas glanced at his watch. “I don't like to rush off, but I do have another appointment.”

“Yes, yes, of course,” said Sam. “I appreciate your stopping by.”

Thomas stood up. “You know, those cookies bring back a lot of memories. When we were kids, we used to eat cookies until they were coming out of our ears!” Thomas had a faraway look in his eyes. “We did everything together back then. Why, we were like the Three Musketeers—Sam and Simon and I. Do you remember the way little Pinky used to follow the three of us around, Sam? Whenever we—”

“The past is best forgotten!” Sam suddenly broke in, giving Thomas a hard look.

Everyone seemed surprised by Sam's harsh tone. Why was he getting so upset about the past? And who were Simon and Pinky?

Thomas looked as if he wanted to argue with his old friend, but he didn't. There was a strained silence until Mrs. McGregor finally spoke up.

“I'm glad you enjoyed the cookies, Thomas,” she said, trying to change the subject. “They've always been a great favorite around the Alden house.”

Thomas gave Mrs. McGregor a warm smile. Then he said good-bye and left.

Sam lay back on his pillows. He did not look one bit happy.

“You seem tired, Sam,” Mrs. McGregor commented. “Perhaps we should be going, too.”

Benny's eyes widened in alarm. “But what about the clues?” he cried. “We can't go before we open the other envelope!”

“Right you are,” said Sam, stirring himself. He reached for the second envelope from the coffee table. “Would you like to open it for me, Benny?”

“Sure thing!” Benny jumped from the stool and took the envelope from Sam. Everyone held their breath as Benny opened it and pulled out a folded sheet of paper.

“Oh!” Benny exclaimed, his eyes widening as he unfolded the paper. “It's a poem!” He held it up for everyone to see.

“Would you like me to read it, Benny?” Violet asked. The youngest Alden was just learning to read.

Benny passed the poem to his sister.

Violet cleared her throat, then she read aloud:

When the sheep in the meadow

And the cow in the corn

Do a figure eight

In the early morn,

Look no further,

For you will see

The Spider's Clue

In the hollow tree.

Amazed, the Aldens sat in puzzled silence. Jessie looked at Henry. How would they ever figure out such a strange poem?

Sam seemed to know what they were thinking. “That's going to be a tough mystery to solve,” he remarked. “You certainly have your work cut out for you.”

Mrs. McGregor laughed. “If there's anything these children like, it's work!”

“We're good at figuring out clues,” Benny told Sam. “We'll find that code word in no time.” He turned to the others. “Right?”

“Yes,” said Henry. Then he added honestly “At least, we'll do our best.”

Mrs. McGregor said, “Now you can relax, Sam. The mystery's in good hands. Besides, it's been ages since you've had any time away from your job.”

Sam's eyes clouded. “Oh, I don't mind a bit of time to myself. But I do feel badly for my friends—the ones who rely on me. Some of them are getting older, you know. They can't get around much anymore. They really enjoy looking out their windows at the flowers and the trees.” Sam shook his head sadly. “I try to keep their windows clean. Every week I do one or two houses for free. The homes where my older friends live, I mean.”

“Maybe we could lend a hand,” volunteered Henry.

“Of course,” agreed Jessie, while Benny and Violet nodded eagerly.

Sam looked surprised—and pleased. “Would you?” he asked.

“We'd like to help,” Violet said in her soft voice.

Sam looked at the children's eager faces. “Washing windows is hard work,” he warned them.

“No problem!” Benny said. “We can handle it!”

“I just might take you up on that offer,” Sam said, smiling for the first time. “I don't like to let folks down.”

The Aldens looked at one another. They understood what Sam meant. Helping people always made them feel good, too.

“The houses aren't far from here.” Sam scribbled the names and addresses on a piece of paper. “I know they'll appreciate your help.”

Henry folded the paper that Sam handed to him. Then he carefully put the addresses in his pocket.

Jessie spoke up. “Do you mind if I make a copy of the Spider's Clue poem, Sam?”

Sam didn't mind at all. “Be my guest,” he said.