The Midnight Mystery (The Boxcar Children Mysteries #95)
Gertrude Chandler Warner
The Boxcar children are attending an Invention Convention at the home of an eccentric artist known for her one-of-a-kind clocks. The clocks sound loudly at every hour. But the clocks aren't the only noise the kids hear at midnight.
his watch. Reaching up, he quickly moved back the big hand eight minutes. The clock now matched the others in the house. Brad picked up his tool bag and left. “The riddle!” Henry whispered. “Now I remember it. “When the moon’s at twelve o’clock, Pounce upon the stroke, The time to act is at the chime, When day and night run out of time.” “That’s it!” Jessie said. “When the clock strikes twelve, the secret panel can be opened. Alice Putter made the clock with a built-in hiding place, then
had passed. They were a little closer to figuring out the secret of the grandfather clock. Something had been in there. Maybe it was in there now. Standing silently, the children looked at the smiling moon face. “I wouldn’t dare move the hands back the way Brad did,” Henry said. Violet nodded in agreement. “Mr. Percy said all of Alice Putter’s clocks are very delicate.” “We’ll have to find another way to figure out what Brad Smithy is keeping in there,” Jessie said. She picked up the feather
by.” Martha stepped forward. “Take a look at it, Mr. Marshall.” Mr. Marshall took the plan book. No one spoke while he slowly flipped through the pages. At last, he shut the book. “This is Alice Putter’s plan book all right,” he finally declared. “But it’s not hers alone. Many of the inventions in this plan book, including Brad’s birdhouse clock and this grandfather clock, were planned by Alice Putter with Otis Carver. That’s his handwriting detailing all the colors to use on nearly every
prove?” “Not exactly” Martha said. “I heard my grandfather tell stories about all the fantastic clocks and other inventions he came up with in this house. I just thought Alice Putter took credit for them. And I thought you hid the missing plan book so there would be no proof. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you, Isabel.” Martha looked sad. “We used to be such good friends and here I’ve been, sneaking around and trying to prove you had something to hide. I’m sorry.” “No, I’m sorry, Martha,” Isabel
to the flashlight hat. Not only could Benny see in the dark, he could see what was behind him, too! Twelve-year-old Jessie didn’t need a flashlight hat. She always remembered to bring along a plain old flashlight to read maps in the car at night. “Good thing there’s a full moon tonight,” Jessie said as they drove past the building she’d been looking for. “I think that was the Red Rooster Diner, Grandfather. Ms. Putter said to look for the big wooden rooster on the roof and take the next right.”