The Mystery of the Missing Cat (The Boxcar Children Mysteries #42)
Gertrude Chandler Warner
The children look for Spotzie the cat.
hung up the phone. “What is it?” demanded Jessie. “What did he say?” Violet looked puzzled. “He said he’d found his cat. That we should keep the cat we have. She’s probably a very nice cat. But when I tried to ask him about his cat, he hung up on me!” “This is very strange,” said Henry. “What are we going to do now?” sighed Violet. The Aldens went outside and sat down beneath the shade of an old oak tree by the old boxcar that had once been their home. “What are we going to do now?” Violet
looked in the direction Soo Lee was pointing. Someone wearing an overcoat, dark glasses, and gloves, with a hat pulled low over his eyes was walking toward the wall of mailboxes. Violet gasped. “That looks like the person who followed us that day!” “And like the person Professor Madison described,” said Henry. As they watched, the person reached out and opened box number 93! “It’s him,” said Henry. Mr. Jones took out a single letter and ripped it open hastily, throwing the envelope to the
happen? It’s the middle of the day and we’re on a street in the middle of town,” Jessie pointed out sensibly. “You’re right,” said Henry. The four stopped again and looked at one another. “Okay,” said Jessie, “let’s go.” The Aldens turned around and began walking back toward the man who was following them. For a moment, he stood in the middle of the sidewalk as if he didn’t know what to do. Then abruptly, he turned and began to run. “Come on!” shouted Jessie. She jumped on her bicycle and
petted the cat’s head, and the cat purred even more loudly. “Take her,” said Professor Madison. “Here. I have a cardboard cat carrier you can have.” “But we’re not sure she’s the right cat,” said Jessie. “Has anyone else found a spotted cat and called you?” demanded Professor Madison. “No,” said Jessie. “Then this is your cat.” Before anyone could answer, Professor Madison marched out. She returned a few minutes later with a small cardboard cat carrier with handles on top and airholes in the
supposed to smile, Benny.” “What a strange job!” exclaimed Benny. Just then the door opened and a small round man wearing a dark blue suit with a red bow tie came in. He had a small mustache and thinning hair combed over a bald spot on the top of his head. He stopped near the door and peered at the Aldens over the top of his half-glasses. “Yes?” he asked in a soft voice. “How do you think I can help you?” “Mr. Allen?” asked Jessie again. “I am he,” said the man. “You must be the Aldens.”