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“A special ghost!” Benny breathed, awestruck. “Tell us about it!”
“Let’s have dessert first,” Jocelyn said.
Everyone helped clear the table while Gwen brought in dishes of chocolate pudding with whipped cream.
“Years ago,” Jocelyn said, “radio stations put on plays. Writers wrote the plays, and actors read the parts on the air. The radio plays were very popular. The actors whose shows were on the air in big cities were sometimes very famous.”
“Like people on TV these days,” Jessie said.
Jocelyn nodded. “Many, many years ago, there was a young woman in Deer Crossing who wanted to be a radio star. Her name was Daphne Owens. She played in nearly every radio show on WCXZ. Those shows could only be heard in Deer Crossing, but Daphne was sure her big break was just around the corner.”
“Big break?” Violet asked.
“Onto a show at a bigger radio station,” Gwen explained. “If she got on one of the city stations, millions of people would hear her.”
Jocelyn went on. “One day, Daphne heard about a talent scout1 from the city, who was visiting small stations, looking for good actors to hire. Daphne bragged2 to everyone in town that when the talent scout heard her, he would hire her on the spot. Soon she’d be famous.”
“What happened?” Benny asked.
“The day the talent scout came to WCXZ, a huge thunderstorm disrupted the broadcast,” Jocelyn said. “The lights went out and the equipment went haywire. The talent scout didn’t have time to wait. He went on to the next station.”
“What did Daphne do?” Henry asked.
“Daphne lost her big chance,” said Jocelyn. “She didn’t show up for work the next day. Or the next.”
“She was never seen in town again,” Gwen said dramatically.
“People guessed Daphne was so upset, she just picked up and moved,” Jocelyn said. “But nobody knew for sure.”
“She never called or wrote to anyone in Deer Crossing?” Jessie asked.
Jocelyn shook her head. “Not a word. It was very strange. After a while, people quit worrying about her.”
“At the station, they joke that Daphne Owens is ‘haunting’ the place whenever anything goes wrong,” Gwen said.
“It’s no joke now,” Jocelyn said seriously. “The last few times the lights have gone out, objects have mysteriously disappeared. So far, the station has lost a headset and a set of rare records. These ‘hauntings’ are costing the station a lot of money.”
“People blame the ghost for the stolen things?” Violet wanted to know.
“Not me,” Jocelyn said. “I don’t believe in ghosts.”
“The strange things always seem to happen while we’re broadcasting the daily mystery show,” Gwen said. “Some of the cast members are threatening to quit. They’re scared.”
“Can you hire new actors?” Henry wanted to know.
Jocelyn sighed. “That’s another problem. The cast works for free. If they quit, I don’t know how I’ll find anyone else willing to work for nothing. I can’t afford to pay them. And I’m worried that if things keep going wrong during the live mystery show, people will stop listening.”
Gwen shook her head sadly. “That would be awful.”
“That’s why I called you,” Jocelyn concluded. “I’m hoping you’ll be able to help us find the ghost.”
“We’d be happy to help,” Henry said, speaking for them all.
“That’s great,” Jocelyn said, relieved. “Gwen will take you to the station tomorrow morning. You can watch the live mystery broadcast and look for clues.”
As the Aldens headed upstairs to their rooms, Gwen stopped them.
“My grandmother really loves that station,” she said. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
Jessie looked at her, surprised. “We’ll do our best.”
“Your best had better be good enough!” Gwen spun3 on one heel and left, her long red hair swinging behind her.
“I don’t think Gwen likes us,” Violet said.
“She’s probably just upset about the trouble at the station,” Henry said. “We’ve got a ‘ghost’ to catch tomorrow. We’d better get to bed.”
The next morning, Gwen greeted the Alden children with glasses of fresh orange juice. “Good morning,” she said, with no trace of the night before’s unpleasantness.
Grandfather was finishing his breakfast. “If I eat another waffle, I won’t be able to move!”
“Great,” said Benny. “That leaves more for me.”
When they had eaten, the four Aldens and Gwen stacked their dishes in the sink. “The station is right in town,” Gwen told them. “It’s a short walk.”
She led the way down Main Street. They passed the Route 11 Diner, which was across from a small park with a fountain and jogging paths. Next was Earl’s Auto4 Sales, then a small one-story building with WCXZ on the front door.
The kids walked into a tiny lobby facing a glass-walled room. A slender, blond man wearing headphones waved at them. Then he punched some buttons, took off his headphones, and came out, smiling. Music played from speakers mounted near the lobby ceiling.
“You must be the Alden kids,” he said. “Jocelyn told me you were coming. I’m Avery Drake.”
“Avery is the DJ and engineer,” Gwen added.
“Ever been in a radio control booth before?” Avery asked. “Come on in.”
The Aldens eagerly followed him inside.
“What’s that?” Benny asked, pointing to rows of buttons and dials built into a desk. A box of doughnuts sat on top, next to a green plastic sports water bottle.
“That’s called a console,” Avery said. “These buttons and switches control the sound, music selections, and commercials that you hear on the radio.”
“Nice turntable,” Henry commented. “Our grandfather has a record player at home.”
“We still play records.” Avery held up a large plastic disk. “Before cassettes and CDs, people played records on record players. We have a CD changer, too, but Luther kept his turntables. Some of his records are valuable.”
“We heard a set of records was stolen,” Jessie said.
Avery’s face darkened. “I hope you kids can get to the bottom of this ghost business. Jocelyn Hawley has had a hard time since Luther died.”
“Have you ever seen the ghost?” Benny asked.
“I’m not sure,” Avery replied, frowning. “The day the records were stolen, I thought I saw someone — or something — slip out the side door. But when I looked outside, no one was there.”
“Who could it have been?” Henry asked.
Avery shook his head. “I have no idea. I only caught a glimpse. The culprit hasn’t been leaving any clues behind. I’m almost starting to believe that it really could be a ghost.”
“Are you the only DJ?” Violet asked.
Avery nodded. “The station airs from nine in the morning until eight at night. It’s off the air overnight. If I need a break, like now, I put on a long record. I play preprogrammed shows from six to eight in the evening, so I can go to dinner. I usually go running then, too.”
Jessie noticed a blue duffel bag in the corner. A cubby with a curtain drawn5 halfway6 revealed hangers7 and a mirror.
“May I talk into your microphone?” Benny asked.
“Benny!” said Violet.
Avery laughed. “Not this time, Benny. But you can listen on the headset while I cue up a commercial.” He slipped the earphones on Benny’s head and punched a few buttons on the console. Benny heard the song end and a jingle8 for Earl’s Auto Sales warbled through the headphones.
“It’s almost time for the live mystery show,” Gwen said, glancing at the clock. “I need to check my tapes and props9. Why don’t you look around the rest of the station yourselves and meet me in the soundstage in a few minutes?”
The soundstage was another glass-walled room that faced one side of Avery’s booth.
Two women and a young man were standing10 in the center of the soundstage, reading aloud from yellow-covered notebooks. A third woman, with spiky11 black hair, arranged standing microphones in front of the three readers.
Before Gwen went into the soundstage, she said, “That’s DeeDee, Gayle, and Sean. They are our actors this week. Workers at the diner take turns being on the show.”
“Let’s go down here,” Jessie suggested, motioning toward a narrow hallway. The hallway divided the soundstage and control booth. At one end was a door marked EXIT.
“This must be the side door that Avery saw the ghost slip out of,” Violet said. “I guess it leads outside.”
Benny was examining a gray metal box built into the wall next to the door. “What is this?” asked Benny, pointing to the box.
“It’s probably a fuse box,” Jessie replied. “We have one that looks like that in our basement. It controls the electric lights and the power.”
Off the hall, the Aldens found a small room. Plastic chairs were pulled up around a scarred table in the center of the room. A soda12 machine stood next to a counter that held a tiny microwave.
“This must be the room where people take breaks,” Henry guessed.
Jessie peered into a display cabinet opposite the soda machine. “Look at all the trophies13 and plaques14 the station got for being a local sports sponsor.”
Violet noticed a framed black-and-white picture showing two football players and a cheerleader in old-fashioned uniforms. Other photos showed groups of people talking into microphones. A pretty girl with a ponytail was in nearly every picture.
“I wonder if these are people who used to work at the radio station,” she said.
Gwen stuck her head in the room. “We just finished the run-through,” she said.
“What’s that?” asked Violet.
“It’s when we read through the script with the sound effects and everything,” Gwen answered. “A rehearsal15. We’re about to broadcast the show. You’d better come watch, since you’re supposed to be detectives. Be ready for anything,” she added.
“Gwen acts like we’re the enemy,” Jessie whispered to Henry as they left the break-room. “I’d like to know why.”
The spiky-haired woman who had been setting up microphones frowned when the Aldens came through the soundstage door with Gwen.
“I’m not crazy about extra kids on the set,” she said.
Gwen ignored her. “These are the Aldens,” she announced to everyone in the room. “They’re visiting.”
The actors smiled in the Aldens’ direction. The spiky-haired woman kept frowning.
“This is Frances St. Clair,” said Gwen, introducing the woman. “She writes the mystery show script and the commercials.”
“But I don’t plan to stick around Deer Crossing forever writing jingles,” Frances said.
“Where are you going?” Benny asked.
“Hollywood,” she said. “Just as soon as I finish my movie script. It’ll be made into a big movie, and I’ll be rich and famous.”
“Wow!” Benny was impressed.
“But until then, I have to write these silly radio plays.” She handed Henry a yellow-covered notebook. “This is today’s show. It’s the first episode of a story that will run twenty minutes a day for the rest of the week.” Frances lowered her voice so the other people in the room wouldn’t hear. “I just hope the actors have all studied their lines. Of course, for amateurs, they aren’t half bad, especially the new lady over there.” She nodded toward an older woman with iron-gray hair and a pink apron16.
“That’s DeeDee,” Gwen told the Aldens. “She just moved to town and started working at the diner and on our show.”
“Why is she wearing an apron?” Benny asked. “Is that part of a costume?”
Gwen smiled. “The actors don’t wear costumes for radio plays, Benny. Nobody can see them, remember? DeeDee probably has on that apron because she came directly from her shift at the diner, or she’ll go right to work when this is over.”
Frances clapped her hands. “All right, people, the run-through went fine. We’re on the air in two minutes. Places, please. Gwen, are you ready?”
Gwen stood behind her own microphone, which was set back from the actors. A tape recorder and a box were propped17 on a stool beside her. She smiled. “Ready!”
“Then let’s do it,” said Frances. She left the soundstage. Just then, Grandfather and Jocelyn entered the station. They stood in the hall with Frances.
The kids heard the fading notes of a commercial. Then Frances counted down and brought down her arm in a signal. In the hall, a red light that said ON AIR flashed on.
The older woman named DeeDee turned to a young brown-haired actress and said, in a British accent, “Muriel, my dear. Would you like a spot of tea?”
The woman playing Muriel opened her mouth to reply.
But before she spoke18, the lights went out.
The ON AIR sign glowed like an eerie19 red eye as a horrible scream filled the station.
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scout
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| n.童子军，侦察员；v.侦察，搜索 | |
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bragged
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| v.自夸，吹嘘( brag的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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spun
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| v.纺，杜撰，急转身 | |
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auto
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| n.(=automobile)(口语)汽车 | |
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drawn
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| v.拖，拉，拔出；adj.憔悴的，紧张的 | |
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halfway
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| adj.中途的，不彻底的，部分的；adv.半路地，在中途，在半途 | |
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hangers
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| n.衣架( hanger的名词复数 )；挂耳 | |
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jingle
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| n.叮当声，韵律简单的诗句；v.使叮当作响，叮当响，押韵 | |
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props
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| 小道具； 支柱( prop的名词复数 )； 支持者； 道具； （橄榄球中的）支柱前锋 | |
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spiky
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| adj.长而尖的，大钉似的 | |
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soda
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| n.苏打水；汽水 | |
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trophies
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| n.（为竞赛获胜者颁发的）奖品( trophy的名词复数 )；奖杯；（尤指狩猎或战争中获得的）纪念品；（用于比赛或赛跑名称）奖 | |
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plaques
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| （纪念性的）匾牌( plaque的名词复数 )； 纪念匾； 牙斑； 空斑 | |
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rehearsal
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| n.排练，排演；练习 | |
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apron
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| n.围裙；工作裙 | |
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propped
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| 支撑，支持，维持( prop的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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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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eerie
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