table. “What would you like?” he asked.
“I’m waiting for someone,” Cam said.
Just then Eric returned. The two police officers were with him.
“Over here,” Cam called, and waved to them. “He went into the bathroom. He’s taking off his costume. If you follow him, I’m sure he’ll lead you to the ghost.”
The police walked to the bathrooms. Cam and Eric followed them.
The police went into the men’s room first. When they came out of the men’s room one of the officers was carrying a white wig and a yellow shirt.
The officers knocked on the door of the women’s room. When no one answered, they went in there, too.
Cam whispered to Eric, “Why are they going in there?”
The police came out of the women’s room. One of the officers was holding the mask and white sheet the ghost had worn.
The officers looked around. Then they pointed to an emergency exit at the other end of the narrow hallway.
“That’s where they went,” one of them said. And the two officers left through the emergency exit.
Chapter Six
“They took off their costumes. How will the police find them?” Eric asked.
Cam’s eyes were closed. She said, “Click. ”
Cam said, “Click, ” again.
“What are you looking at?” Eric asked.
“Click. Click.
“Do you have a pencil or pen? Do you have paper?” Cam asked with her eyes closed.
“I have a pen,” Eric said. “I’ll get paper.”
Eric started to walk off. He quickly came back.
“Don’t open your eyes,” Eric said. “I’ll be right back.”
Eric went into the bathroom. He came out with a paper towel.
“The ghost is a woman,” Cam said with her eyes closed. “We know that because the police found her costume in the women’s bathroom. Now I’m looking at the pictures I have of her in my head.
“Write this down,” she told Eric.
“She’s not too tall and not too short. She’s wearing white sneakers. She has long, thin fingers.”
Eric wrote Cam’s description on the paper towel.
“That’s it?” Eric asked.
“I can tell you more about the man,” Cam said. “He has brown hair, brown eyes, and bushy eyebrows. He has a small nose. And he’s wearing black pants with cuffs.”
Cam opened her eyes. She walked toward the emergency exit.
“Now we’ll find them,” she said.
“No, we won’t,” Eric told her. “We’ll give your descriptions to the police. They’ll find the thieves.”
Cam and Eric walked through the exit.
“Oh, my! Thank goodness I found you.”
It was Aunt Molly. She hugged Cam and Eric.
“I was standing in line,” Aunt Molly said, “and I asked myself, ‘Did I come here alone?’
“‘No,’ I answered myself.
“Then I remembered that you like to solve mysteries. I thought that maybe you followed the ghost into the train station. Thank goodness I found you.”
Cam wasn’t listening to her aunt. Cam was looking at the people in the train station. She was searching for the thieves.
“Look,” Cam said. “There’s a woman wearing white sneakers. And the man with her has brown hair. He’s wearing black pants with cuffs.”
Cam ran to the couple.
“Stop! Stop!” Aunt Molly shouted.
Some people in the station stopped. But Cam didn’t. She kept running until she was standing near the couple.
Cam looked at them. They looked at her. Then Cam walked back to Eric and Aunt Molly.
“They weren’t the thieves,” Cam said. “The man didn’t have bushy eyebrows.”
“We didn’t come here to catch thieves,” Aunt Molly told them. “We came to buy concert tickets.”
Aunt Molly pointed to the stairs and said, “Let’s go uptown.”
Aunt Molly shook her head. “Oh, my. I said that wrong. I meant to say let’s go upstairs.”
Cam, Eric, and Aunt Molly walked toward the staircase. Cam kept looking for the thieves.
“There they are,” Eric said. He pointed to the two police officers. “I’m giving them this paper towel.”
“Why are you giving them a towel?” Aunt Molly asked.
Jean-Pierre Alaux, Noël Balen