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Footsteps crossed the parking lot. For a moment it seemed as if they were heading toward the van. Then, nearby, the children heard a car door open.
It stayed open for what seemed like a very long time. Then the car door shut and the footsteps moved away, back across the parking lot and out toward the soccer field.
Jessie let out a long, slow sigh of relief. She stood up so she could see through the van’s window.
Robert was walking back toward the soccer field carrying his gear bag.
“Whew,” said Henry. “It’s a good thing we weren’t looking in Stan’s car. Robert must have forgotten his gear bag.”
“Yes. And he would have caught us for sure,” said Jessie.
“Maybe we should go,” suggested Violet nervously1. “There aren’t any clues here.”
The Aldens looked around the parking lot. But no one was there. In the distance, they could see Robert walking toward his team, still holding his gear bag.
The Aldens left the parking lot as fast as they could without running. They had just reached the far end of the soccer field where the Bears were going to play the Rockets, when Soo Lee said, “There he is.”
They all stopped and stared. The stranger was walking toward them. As he passed Robert, Robert spoke2 to the stranger.
The stranger stopped. He didn’t look pleased for a moment. Then he gave Robert a small smile and nodded.
“Look at that!” Violet gasped3. “Robert is smiling! And it’s a nice smile. I’ve never seen him do that!”
“I don’t think anybody has,” said Henry.
The stranger walked on. He came straight toward the Aldens. They kept walking, too.
He barely glanced at them as he walked by. But Robert stayed where he was a moment longer, staring after the stranger. Then he turned and went to join his team.
“Wow,” breathed Jessie. “That really was a close call. If we had stayed much longer, the stranger would definitely have caught us.”
“Does Robert know him?” asked Benny. “Is Robert working with the spy? Is Robert a spy, too?”
“It’s a possibility, Benny,” said Henry. “But I still don’t know why. It doesn’t make sense.”
The Bears were standing4 on the sidelines. Robert straightened up as the Aldens and Soo Lee passed. Robert reached into his bag and pulled out his goalie gloves. He began putting them on.
Suddenly he stopped. “Oh, no!” he said.
In spite of himself, Henry stopped. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t believe this!” said Robert in a loud voice. “Someone smeared5 peanut butter all over my goalie gloves. They’re ruined!”
“Peanut butter on your gloves?” said Benny. He wrinkled his nose. “Yuk.”
Stan came over. “What’s wrong here?”
Robert showed his brother the gloves.
“When did this happen?” Stan demanded.
“It must have happened when I left my gear bag in the car,” said Robert. “It’s the only time it’s been out of my sight. Someone was watching, and they went to the car and sabotaged6 my gloves.”
“Do you have another pair?” asked Stan.
“No,” said Robert. “I — ”
“Get a pair,” said Stan.
“But I — ”
“I don’t want to hear excuses. The game is about to begin. Just do it,” Stan snapped, and walked away.
“I have a pair of gloves you can borrow,” said Henry.
Robert swung around to face them. He drew back his upper lip. “Oh, yeah?” he said, with a sneer7 in his voice. Then he looked past Henry. “You do?” he said, in a much nicer tone. “Would you mind if I used them? I’d really appreciate it.”
“Sure,” said Henry. He unzipped his own gear bag and took out his gloves. He handed them to Robert.
Robert smiled. It was another nice, normal, friendly smile. “Thanks, Henry,” he said. “Thanks a lot.”
He put the gloves on and ran out on the field to the goal.
“Why did Robert get so friendly all of a sudden?” wondered Soo Lee aloud.
“You did a good thing,” Benny told Henry. “You were a good sport.”
Henry laughed. “It’s a lot more fun than being a bad sport. Come on, let’s go sit with Grandfather.” The Aldens headed up to the bleachers.
A gust8 of wind whipped across the field. A familiar blue-and-gold cap suddenly whisked by Jessie’s foot. She reached down and grabbed it. She turned and froze.
The stranger was standing right behind them. He was holding his binoculars9 in one hand. He held out his other hand to Jessie. “You caught my cap,” he said. “Thank you.”
“Y-you’re welcome,” said Jessie. She handed the man his cap, then turned and hurried after the others.
As they sat down, Jessie watched the stranger out of the corner of her eye. He climbed to the top corner of the bleachers and sat down. He pulled his cap down and raised his binoculars to his eyes.
She nudged Henry. “There he is,” she said. “He was right behind us when you gave your gloves to Robert. I think he went to the van to get his binoculars.”
“Hmmm,” said Henry.
Violet said in a puzzled voice, “Who would sneak10 out to the parking lot and put peanut butter on Robert’s gloves? It couldn’t have been Benny’s spy, could it have?”
“You’re right, Violet, it couldn’t have been,” said Soo Lee. “We went into the parking lot just as Robert and Stan left it. And we were there the whole time, even when Robert came back to get his gear bag.”
“Well, if the spy didn’t do it, that means he didn’t do any of those other bad things, right?” asked Benny.
Jessie’s thoughts were whirling. “I don’t know,” she said. She put one hand on her forehead and tried to figure it out. She concentrated with all her might.
She lowered her hand and looked over at the stranger. Then she repeated, “I don’t know who’s done the bad things. But I think I do know how we can find out who your spy is, Benny!”
The man behind the counter was stuffing envelopes.
“Excuse me,” said Jessie.
The man looked at Jessie over the tops of his glasses. “Yes?” he said.
“We’d like some information, please,” said Jessie.
The Aldens had ridden their bikes over to the university. It had been a long ride, and they were very tired. Soo Lee hadn’t been able to come with them.
“What sort of information?” asked the man.
“We’d like to find out who a car registration11 number belongs to,” said Henry.
“Number one-two-three-four-five-seven,” chimed in Benny proudly. “It’s like counting, except that the last number is wrong.”
The man got up from his desk and crossed the room to a file cabinet. He opened a drawer and rifled through some files. Finally he said, “Yes, we have a vehicle registered at the university under that number.”
“Who is it?” asked Violet.
The man swung around and peered at Violet now. “Why do you want to know?” he asked. “Has there been an accident?”
“Not exactly,” said Jessie. “I don’t think the things that have been happening have been accidents.”
The man peered at them all for a moment longer. Then he said, “I’m not supposed to give out that information without proper authorization12.”
“What?” said Benny.
“He can’t tell us,” said Henry.
“No,” said the man. “I can’t. Not without permission.”
“How can we get permission?” asked Jessie.
“From the office manager,” said the man. He added, “She’s not in today. She’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow!” cried Benny. “That’s too long.”
“That’s the best I can do,” said the man.
The Aldens walked slowly out of the office. They were very discouraged. They walked down the front steps of the building and across the campus to the bike rack where they had parked their bikes.
The university had big stone buildings, smooth green lawns, and majestic13 oak trees lining14 the sidewalks. But the Aldens didn’t notice.
“That’s not fair,” said Benny.
“We could ride our bikes back over tomorrow,” said Violet.
“I guess that’s what we’ll have to do,” said Jessie.
“No,” said Henry. “We won’t.”
They all looked at him in amazement15.
“Why not?” asked Violet.
“If the blue van is here,” said Henry, “it is parked in the Athletic16 Center parking lot. Remember? It was an athletic staff parking sticker.”
“You’re right,” said Jessie, getting excited. “And even if it is not there, maybe we can ask people who work there and they will know who the blue van belongs to.”
“Yes!” cried Henry.
“Oh, good,” said Violet as the Aldens got on their bikes and began to pedal to the Athletic Center. “I’m glad we don’t have to ride our bikes all the way back here tomorrow.”
As they reached the parking lot for the Athletic Center, Jessie slowed her bike to a halt. The others pulled up behind her.
Benny pointed17. “There it is,” he said. “There’s the blue van.”
“Yes, it is,” said Henry. “And we’re not going to have to ask anyone who it belongs to.”
“Why not?” asked Benny.
“Because the parking place it is in has someone’s name on it,” Violet explained, staring.
“Who? Who is it?” cried Benny.
“Anthony Della,” said Jessie. Then she read aloud the sign on the parking place where the blue van sat: “Reserved Parking. Coach Anthony Della.”
Although it was a long ride home from the university, the Aldens didn’t feel tired. They had too much to think about. When they finally did get home, they got a pitcher18 of lemonade from Mrs. McGregor and took it out to the boxcar. They sat on the grass next to the boxcar, with the pitcher on the stump19, and talked about the mystery.
“Coach Della couldn’t have done all those things,” said Violet.
“No, he couldn’t have,” said Henry. “He has no reason to.”
Benny picked up a stick and threw it for Watch. “Then why is Coach Della spying on us?” he asked.
“He’s not spying on us, Benny,” said Jessie. “But you’re right, he is a spy.”
Benny’s eyes widened. “He is?” he asked.
With a laugh, Jessie said, “Not a bad spy, Benny. But remember? He is hiring a new assistant coach at the university.”
“And Stan, Gillian, and Craig have all applied20 for the job,” said Henry. “So Coach Della has been coming to watch them coach. But he didn’t want them to know he was watching, so he has been careful not to be seen or recognized.”
“But if Coach Della didn’t do it, and Gillian didn’t do it, who did? Craig?”
“Craig couldn’t have been the one who put peanut butter on Robert’s gloves,” said Henry. “Don’t forget, Craig and Gillian had already left when Robert got there.”
“And Robert said that the only time his gear bag was out of his sight was when he left it in the car,” said Violet.
“But wait a minute,” said Jessie. “No one came into the parking lot after Robert and Stan left Stan’s car. We were there and we would have seen them. No one came near Stan’s car except . . .”
“Robert!” said Henry.
“Robert? Robert is mean, but why would he do all those bad things?” asked Benny. “And why would he put peanut butter on his own gloves?”
“So no one would suspect him,” said Violet.
Henry said, “But we’ve figured it out. And I think I know how we can trap him!”
“How?” asked Jessie eagerly.
“Like this,” said Henry. “Listen . . .”
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nervously
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| adv.神情激动地，不安地 | |
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spoke
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| n.（车轮的）辐条；轮辐；破坏某人的计划；阻挠某人的行动 v.讲，谈（speak的过去式）；说；演说；从某种观点来说 | |
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gasped
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| v.喘气( gasp的过去式和过去分词 )；喘息；倒抽气；很想要 | |
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standing
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| n.持续，地位；adj.永久的，不动的，直立的，不流动的 | |
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smeared
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| 弄脏； 玷污； 涂抹； 擦上 | |
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sabotaged
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| 阴谋破坏（某事物）( sabotage的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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sneer
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gust
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| n.阵风，突然一阵（雨、烟等），（感情的）迸发 | |
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binoculars
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sneak
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| vt.潜行(隐藏,填石缝)；偷偷摸摸做；n.潜行；adj.暗中进行 | |
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registration
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| n.登记，注册，挂号 | |
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authorization
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majestic
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| adj.雄伟的，壮丽的，庄严的，威严的，崇高的 | |
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lining
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| n.衬里，衬料 | |
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amazement
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| n.惊奇，惊讶 | |
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athletic
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| adj.擅长运动的，强健的；活跃的，体格健壮的 | |
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pointed
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| adj.尖的，直截了当的 | |
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pitcher
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| n.(有嘴和柄的)大水罐；(棒球)投手 | |
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stump
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| n.残株，烟蒂，讲演台；v.砍断，蹒跚而走 | |
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applied
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