Mystery Bookstore Read Free Page B

threw it in with the hobby books. Take it as a thank-you present. You children are saving me many, many more pennies with all your help than this set could possibly be worth,” she said.
    Violet ran her fingers over the beautiful fairy tale collection. “Thank you. I’ll take very good care of them.”
    Violet and Miss Chase then went back out to the courtyard to see how the work was coming along.
    “What else can we do, Miss Chase?” Jessie asked. “We organized all the books out here. We’ll put out the children’s books after Sarah Deckle leaves.”
    “I really must get her out of the store,” Miss Chase whispered. “She just won’t budge.”
    “I’ll go tell her it’s lunchtime,” Benny suggested. “Because it is!”
    Miss Chase laughed. “Good idea, Benny. Nobody would keep a hungry boy from lunch.”
    But Miss Chase was wrong. When Benny told Sarah Deckle it was lunchtime, the young woman tried to send him away. “Oh, no problem, little boy. Run along. I’ll just be a little while longer.”
    Now Benny Alden liked just about everything, but two things he didn’t like were being called a little boy and having to wait for lunch. Those doughnuts seemed an awful long time ago.
    “I meant lunchtime for everyone,” Benny said in his nicest voice.
    Sarah Deckle still didn’t move.
    “Closing time, closing time!” Miss Chase said in her no-nonsense voice.
    “But, but, I’m not finished,” Sarah Deckle complained.
    “You’ll have more than enough time this weekend when the book sale starts,” Miss Chase said. “Besides, everything is all dark and musty in here. You can hardly see a thing. By Saturday, we’ll have all these books out in the courtyard where it’s nice and bright. There, there, Miss Deckle. Now run along and enjoy a good lunch.”
    “Can we have lunch now, too?” Benny asked.
    “We sure can,” Miss Chase answered. “Let’s go to Mama’s Restaurant. It’s a couple of blocks away on Magazine Street. It’s one of your grandfather’s favorite lunch places.”
    “Then I know it will be mine, too,” Benny said.
    They were just about to leave when Sarah Deckle turned around one last time.
    “I’m going, I’m going,” she began, “but I . . .” She stopped talking when she noticed Violet putting the boxed set into Jessie’s green backpack so it wouldn’t get lost. “May I just look at that set?” she asked.
    Miss Chase finally ran out of patience. “Those books are not for sale, Miss Deckle. For that matter, none of these books are for sale until this weekend. Now these children must have some lunch. I suggest the same for you.”
    There was no mistaking Olivia Chase this time. She held the courtyard door open until Sarah Deckle finally walked out.
    “Whew! I thought it would be dinnertime before she left,” Jessie said as they walked down the street. “I could eat two lunches now.”
    “I could eat two hundred!” Benny said, skipping ahead of everyone.
    They were almost at Mama’s Restaurant when Miss Chase remembered something. “Henry, would you do me a big favor? Please run back to the courtyard and see if I left my notepad on one of the tables. I have to stop at the office supply store, but I can’t remember what was on my list. Here’s the key to the courtyard. We’ll save a place for you.”
    “Be back in a flash,” Henry said, taking Miss Chase’s keys.
    When Henry reached the courtyard door he looked down and noticed that the door was opened slightly.
    “What?” he said to himself.
    Henry pushed the heavy door slowly so it wouldn’t squeak. He looked around. Right away he saw that some of the plastic rain sheets on the book tables were folded back.
    “Looking for someone?” a man’s voice called out.
    Henry jumped.
    “How did you get in here, Mr. Bindry?” Henry asked the gray-haired man.
    “How did you know I was Mr. Bindry?”
    “Miss Chase told us at the auction,” Henry answered. “She said you were a rare-book expert and that