The Mystery at the Crooked House (The Boxcar Children Mysteries #79)
Gertrude Chandler Warner
The Aldens learn that their housekeeper has to sell her childhood home, the Crooked House, because she cannot afford to keep it. The Aldens learn that there is a riddle surrounding the house, and if the can solve it, there might be a treasure to be found!
Jessie, who often acted like a mother to her younger brother and sister. “What’s wrong, Benny?” “The ... the marshmallows!” cried Benny. “These are the funniest-looking marshmallows I ever saw!” “Why, whatever do you mean?” asked Mrs. McGregor. “Well, they look just like mushrooms!” said Benny. And sure enough, mushrooms were floating in their hot chocolate! “Oh—oh, my!” cried Mrs. McGregor. “How could I have made such a mistake?” Then she slapped a hand against her cheek. “Don’t tell me ...
word.” Nick was grinning from ear to ear. “The Crooked House will get all the free advertising it needs with the publication of that manuscript! And on top of that, there’s the biography that Rebecca is writing. Why, people will soon be coming from every corner of the world to spend time at the Crooked House!” Madeline wiped away a tear. “I can’t believe it! We can keep our family home after all.” Benny looked surprised. “But don’t you want to travel?” “Oh, I like traveling, Benny,” replied
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Everybody laughed. Then Mrs. McGregor said, “When we get to the Crooked House, I will tell you a riddle that I have never been able to solve! When I was your age, I spent hours and hours trying to guess the answer.” “Won’t you tell us now?” pleaded Benny. Mrs. McGregor laughed. “I’ll tell you when we get to the Crooked House,” she promised. Then she added in a hushed voice, “But I will say this much: The answer is supposed to lead to a hidden treasure!” The Alden children were staring
as the fire. She rented a room every summer when I was a child. Oh, she always registered as Miss Jane Smith, but it wasn’t long before we realized that Jane Smith wasn’t her real name. You see, it always took her a moment to react when someone called her Miss Smith. We soon figured out that she just wasn’t used to being called by that name. She never talked about her life away from Riddle Lake, you know. Not a single word.” Henry put his empty glass on the coffee table. “Is that why you called