The Mystery of Silas Finklebean Read Free Page B

the Burger Castle building. It was there a long time ago. It says here that the place used to be a private home.”
    “Who’d want to live in a place like that?”
    Freddy read some more. “A man named Silas Finklebean, that’s who.”

    “Silas Finklebean? Never heard of him.”
    “Me either, but the book says he was very rich and eccentric. He built the home to remind him of his youth growing up in Scotland. A Scottish castle, I guess.”
    “It must have cost a lot of money, even back then.”
    “The equivalent of a million dollars in today’s money,” said Freddy, reading.
    “A million dollars!” Howie cried out.
    “Shhh!”
    They looked over to see the gray-haired librarian looking at them again. “This is your last warning. This is a library,
not
a malt shop,” she added shrilly.
    As she walked off, Howie said, “Uh, Freddy, what’s —”
    Freddy interrupted. “I don’t
know
what a malt shop is either, Howie.” He pointed to a picture of a man dressed in a zebra-striped three-piece suit and a hat and big glasses.
    “I guess that’s Silas Finklebean, but you can’t really see his face with the hat and glasses in the way.”
    “Gee,” said Howie, chuckling. “He sort of dresses like your dad.”
    Freddy continued reading the pages. “It says here that Silas Finklebean was a scientist and inventor. And he made a fortune from one of his inventions.”
    “Which one?”
    “It doesn’t say. Anyway, he used the money from that invention to build the castle.”
    “So how did his castle end up being a Laundromat and then a restaurant?”
    Freddy skipped ahead in the chapter. He read a bit and then his face paled. “It says here that one stormy night a long time ago, Silas Finklebean went into the basement of the castle.…”
    “Yeah, yeah,” said Howie. “And what?”
    Freddy turned to face his friend. “And, he disappeared.”
    Howie’s big eyes got even bigger. “When you say ’disappeared,’ what do you mean, exactly?”
    “I mean that he disappeared into thin air in the basement of what is now the Burger Castle, and no one knows what happened to him.”
    “I really wish you hadn’t told me that. Terror makes me wet myself.” Howie paled and crammed five cheese cubes in his mouth.
    “After that, the castle sat empty for years. Then someone bought it, but they couldn’t live there.”
    “UMPHGHEU,” said Howie.
    “What?”
    Howie swallowed the cheese cubes in one orange lump. “Why couldn’t they live there?” he asked breathlessly.
    Freddy read some more. “Because strange sounds and weird floating things frightened them away.”
    “I wish you hadn’t told me that.
Utter
terror makes me want to
poop
in my pants.” Howie looked puzzled. “But, Freddy, how come we’ve never seen or heard anything like that at the Burger Castle before now?”
    “Can I help you with anything?”
    They snapped their heads around. There was the librarian again. She sat down and looked at them kindly.
    “I’m sorry I was a little abrupt with you earlier. But I have to admit, I
am
curious about why you asked for that book.”
    “Do you know anything about a man named Silas Finklebean?” asked Freddy.
    She stared at them in surprise for a long moment. Then she said in a low, quiet voice, “Silas Finklebean? I actually knew him.”
    “What!” exclaimed Howie and Freddy together.
    “I was a little girl back then, but I remember him as if it were yesterday. People called him the town eccentric, but he was always nice to me. And he helped lots of people in town who needed it. A good Samaritan.”
    “So how come they don’t have a statue of him in the town square like they do Captain Pookes?” asked Freddy, referring to the soldier who had founded Pookesville.
    “Well, I guess they would have, but then he just disappeared.” She added sadly, “And I guess the people sort of forgot about all the good he’d done for them.”
    “Gee, that’s not fair,” said Freddy.
    “No, it