Cam Jansen and the Graduation Day Mystery Read Free

rows of chairs.
    When they got back, Mrs. Shelton was still holding Howie. He was sleeping. Grandpa was next to them. On the chair on the other side of Grandpa was the bag with the toys, animal crackers, and apple juice.
    â€œWe didn’t find it,” Mr. Shelton told Grandpa.
    â€œThis is terrible,” Grandpa said. “The gift I had in there can’t be replaced. And my camera with all my pictures of the graduation is also in there.”
    â€œIs the gift worth lots of money?” Donna asked.
    â€œYes. And it’s been in the Shelton family for almost one hundred years.”
    â€œI think I know what happened,” Donna said. “I think Harry took Grandpa’s bag.”
    â€œThat’s it!” Diane said. “He took Grandpa’s shopping bag by mistake.”
    â€œI think she’s right,” Mr. Shelton told his father.
    â€œYay!” Diane said. “We did it! Donna and I solved the mystery.”
    â€œYou solved one mystery,” Cam said, “but Grandpa Shelton still doesn’t have his bag. Maybe someone found it and gave it to the security people.”
    â€œNow there’s another mystery to solve,” Eric said. “We think Harry took Grandpa’s bag, but where is Harry? We don’t even know his last name. We have to find out who this Harry is and where he is. We have to get Grandpa’s bag back.”

Chapter Four
    â€œWhat do we do now?” Eric asked.
    â€œWe do what Cam suggested,” Mrs. Shelton said. “We tell the security people what happened. Maybe the boy didn’t take Grandpa’s bag, and someone found it. Maybe his mother realized it wasn’t his bag and gave it to one of the guards.”
    Cam and the Sheltons went to the gate at one end of the field. A man and woman in green and yellow uniforms were sitting behind a table. Grandpa told them what happened. Eric showed them the bag they had—the wrong bag.
    â€œIt sounds like a simple mistake,” one of the guards said. “Hopefully the woman and the little boy who took your bag will come back here with it.”
    Grandpa told the guards what was in his bag.
    â€œMy camera is digital. When you find it, look at the pictures and you’ll know it’s mine. Almost all of the ones I took today are of my son.”
    â€œThat’s me,” Mr. Shelton told the guards.
    â€œGive us your cell phone number,” the first guard said. “We’ll call you if the woman and her son come back.”

    â€œWhat about this bag?” Grandpa asked.
    â€œLeave it here.”
    Grandpa left the bag on the table. Then he wrote his cell phone number on a small piece of paper. The guards gave him a card with their number.
    â€œI’m Janet Jones,” the woman guard said.
    â€œI’m Paul Cogan,” the other guard said. “I hope we find your things.”
    Cam and the Sheltons walked away from the table.
    â€œWhat do we do now?” Grandpa Shelton asked.
    â€œDad is a college graduate,” Mrs. Shelton said. “We will still go to Green Stripes Restaurant and celebrate. We can walk there. It’s just a few blocks away.”
    Mr. Shelton held Donna and Diane’s hands. Mrs. Shelton put Howie in a stroller.
    The cat followed them as they walked through two large stone columns at the entrance to the campus.
    Mr. Shelton stopped.

    â€œGood-bye,” he said to the columns and to the college. “And thank you.”
    He started walking toward the restaurant.
    Mrs. Shelton stood by the entrance to the college.
    â€œAren’t you forgetting something?” she asked.
    Mr. Shelton looked at Donna and Diane. He looked at Howie in his stroller. He looked at Grandpa, Eric, and Cam.
    â€œNo,” he said. “Everyone is here.”
    â€œWhat about your cap and gown?” Mrs. Shelton asked.
    â€œOh! Am I still wearing them?”
    Mr. Shelton took off his cap and gown. He put them in a zippered