The Aldens spent all their time getting the boxcar ready for business. Jessie and Violet made good use of the leftover boards Henry brought back from Seed’s Hardware Store. In no time, they had added four new shelves to the boxcar to store the food, dishes, blankets, and old towels they needed to feed their orphaned animals and keep them warm. On opening day, the needy orphans included four cats, three fat white rabbits, one crow, and three dogs.
Benny’s job was to sort and clean the dishes they had used in the old boxcar days. “There are just enough dishes so that each animal gets one water dish and one food dish,” he told Violet and Jessie.
Out back, Henry finished framing the last few yards of chicken wire with old fence posts. “Come on, Lad. Here you go, fellas,” he said when he led all the dogs into the spacious dog run.
When everything was ready, Benny ran inside and brought out Mr. Alden to take a look at what they had all built.
“Well, Grandfather, what do you think of our shelter?” Jessie asked Mr. Alden.
Mr. Alden took a step up the tree stump that led into the boxcar. “Why, this looks more like a fine hotel than a shelter for strays,” Mr. Alden told Jessie when he looked around.
“This side is just for cats,” Jessie explained. She pointed to the roomy chicken-wire cages on one side of the boxcar.
Benny pointed to the shelves Violet and Jessie had put up. “That’s where we keep the old dishes we had in the boxcar,” Benny announced. “I have to fill each one with water and food twice a day and put them out for each animal. That black cat only likes dry food, and Patches only likes tuna fish.”
“Look at what we built out here, Grandfather,” Violet said when everyone came outside again.
“What a fine dog run,” Mr. Alden said. “Lad and those pups have plenty of room to chase each other, don’t they? They certainly don’t look like the sad orphans Dr. Scott dropped off last night. They’re right at home. Good job.”
“Thank you, Grandfather,” Henry said.
“I guess I’ll go back inside and see what I can do for Watch,” Mr. Alden said. “Listen to that sad whining. He really doesn’t like the whole family out here with all these new animals.”
After Mr. Alden left, Jessie checked her clipboard of things to do. “Now that the animals are all settled, we need to fix up an office in the garage. There are cases of pet food to order, prescriptions to get filled, and notes to take for Dr. Scott. She’ll want to know everything when she comes by this afternoon.”
Benny Alden wasn’t too interested in office work. Not when there were so many animals to play with. “Can I stay outside and play with the puppies, Henry?”
Henry was already up on a ladder in Mr. Alden’s garage and putting in long shelves for bandages, animal-care books, and the curious black notebooks no one had had time to look at again. “Go ahead, Benny,” Henry called down from the ladder. “What good’s having an animal shelter in your own backyard if you can’t run around like a puppy?”
When Benny came back an hour later, the garage looked almost like Dr. Scott’s office at the Greenfield Animal Shelter. Henry and Violet finished putting away the medical supplies, while Jessie wrote careful reports on each of the animals in their care.
“I think I might use these old farmer’s notebooks to keep everything organized,” Jessie told Henry and Violet. “One of them could be for ordering food, another for our reports to Dr. Scott, and the third one for anything else we need to write down.”
Violet began reading over the wrinkled, torn pages of one of the notebooks. “I’m glad we’re only taking care of pet animals, not real farm animals,” she said. “Mr. Kisco’s cows needed forty-seven bales of hay over one long winter.”
“It’s hard to believe there was so much farmland right here in Greenfield,” Jessie said. “There aren’t many farms nearby nowadays.”
Henry looked over Violet’s shoulder. “Mr. Seed said the farms started two roads over from Main Street back then, from Fox Den Road all the way to Burrville,” Henry said. “Now, of course, all the land near town is worth too much to keep as farmland. That must be why someone wants the animal shelter.”
“Hey, Jessie, something just fell out,” Benny said when he came into the garage. He bent down to pick up a long yellow envelope that had fallen out of the notebook Jessie was holding. “It says ‘D-E-E-D’ on the envelope. Is that like what Grandfather says people should do—a good deed?”
“This is another kind of deed, Benny,” Jessie said. She carefully unfolded the thick sheet of paper. “This is a legal paper that says who owns certain land. There’s an old map attached. See?”
“Let me see it, too, Jessie,” Henry said to his sister. “Maybe it’s something important that belongs to the Greenfield Animal Shelter.”
Henry studied the old document. “Jacob Kisco deeds fifty acres of land to Silas Newcombe,” he read. Henry shook his head. “Didn’t Grandfather say that when he was a little boy, Miss Newcombe’s father, Silas, gave the schools free milk and ice cream that came from his farm?”
Jessie looked thoughtful. “That’s right. But if the deed has her father’s name on it, why was it hidden away in this old book in that broken-down toolshed? Why shouldn’t Miss Newcombe have it in a safe place?”
Violet had a worried look on her face. “I just know something must be wrong with Miss Newcombe. I have a feeling.”
“Dr. Scott will be here soon to check on the animals,” Jessie said. “Maybe she can figure out what this deed is all about.”
The Aldens were still talking about Miss Newcombe when they heard Dr. Scott’s station wagon pull into their grandfathers driveway.
But there was no time to tell Dr. Scott anything. She arrived, out of breath and in a hurry. She apologized to everyone. “I’m sorry to be in such a rush, but trying to clear out the shelter in such a short time has cut into my medical work.”
The Aldens could see this was no time to bring up the land deed. Dr. Scott was already out back with her medical bag. As she visited the animals one by one, the children reported on each of them.
Henry let Dr. Scott into the dog run where Lad and the two puppies were sound asleep in a heap on top of each other. “The two pups started regular food this morning,” Jessie told the doctor. “They didn’t whine at all during the night.”
“Maybe they just needed more food,” Dr. Scott said. “And having this safe new home helps them sleep through the night, too.”
Benny took hold of Dr. Scott’s hand. “Come see the crow,” he told her when they stopped in front of the tall, airy birdcage. The crow was sitting on a tree branch Benny had put in the cage. “This crow ate two handfuls of blueberries from Grandfather’s blueberry bushes last night, but no ice cream.”
“I see he trusts you, Benny,” Dr. Scott said. She reached into the cage and wrapped both her hands around the bird to check his wing. “He’s well fed, now, and this wing is mending beautifully. In another few days, leave the cage door open. He may be able to make a short flight to those blueberry bushes himself and come back to the safety of this cage until his wing is completely healed. Now how are those rabbits doing?”
“They’re right here,” Benny said. He led Dr. Scott to the rabbit hutch. “I let them out to play, and they ate two heads of Grandfather’s lettuce from the garden! I think I should bring them their dinner inside the cage from now on.”
“I think so, too, or we won’t have any salad for the rest of the summer,” Henry laughed.
Dr. Scott finished her checkups. “Well, I see these animals don’t need me! Is there anything else we should talk about?”
“Yes, there is something,” Jessie answered. “It’s not about the animals, though, but it might have something to do with Miss Newcombe.”
“Ah, yes, Miss Newcombe.” Dr. Scott sighed. “I haven’t forgotten her, you know. After many calls, I finally reached the new caretaker who is looking after her house. He says she’s away visiting relatives. I’ve only had one short conversation with this man, but something bothers me. With everything that’s going on at the shelter lately, I just haven’t had time to figure out what it is.”
“Didn’t Mr. Clover tell us she didn’t have family left?” Henry asked everyone.
Jessie’s eyes opened wide. “He did! Then how could Miss Newcombe be visiting relatives?”
Dr. Scott’s face lit up. “Of course! That’s what was bothering me. I knew Clara Newcombe didn’t have any relatives, but I had so much on my mind I forgot all about that.” Dr. Scott patted Jessie’s shoulder. “Good thinking.”
“Maybe you can help with something now,” Jessie said. She opened up the farmer’s black notebook.
Benny started first. “We found a deed in this old book. A deed is a piece of paper about land.”
Dr. Scott took out a pair of reading glasses from the pocket of her white jacket. She read over the old piece of paper Jessie had given her. “Hmm. If I’m not mistaken, this seems to be a deed for the land the Greenfield Shelter is on. One thing puzzles me, though. This deed includes Miss Newcombe’s property as well.”
Violet took another look at the paper. “Maybe when the deed was written, both pieces of property were part of the same land.”
Dr. Scott wiped her glasses with her handkerchief. “You’ve all discovered a very interesting document here. Of course, this deed is fifty years old, so it may not be legal anymore. The only way to find out is to visit the Land Records Office at the state capital.”
Henry took another look at the piece of paper. “I’m going to ask Grandfather about this. His old friend, Elizabeth Thompson, is a lawyer who works at the state capital. Maybe we can take a trip up there and see if there’s a record of this deed on file.”
“That’s an excellent idea, Henry,” Dr. Scott said, “so I’ll leave the deed with you. Meanwhile, I’ll keep up my own investigation here in Greenfield about the shelter property,” she said before getting into her station wagon.
As the Aldens waved to the animal doctor, they heard the telephone ringing inside the house.
“Mrs. McGregor and Grandfather said we should answer the phone for the rest of the day. They said every time they answer, someone hangs up,” Jessie said as she ran up the porch stairs behind Violet.
Violet got to the phone first. “Maybe it’s someone who saw my flyer for the two Ger man shepherd puppies,” she gasped. “Boxcar Animal Shelter, Violet Alden speaking.”
No one spoke at the other end, but Violet could tell someone was there.
“This is the Boxcar Animal—” she began to say before she was cut off by a rough voice.
“You’re gonna need a lot more than a boxcar for your animal shelter, little girl,” the voice said. “You’re gonna need a freight train a mile long for all the animals that’ll be leaving the real shelter any day now.”
Violet couldn’t find her voice to answer back. Jessie took the phone receiver from her hand. “Who is this, and what do you want?”
“Glad you asked, miss,” the voice said back. “I want you to stop looking for the old lady and stop asking a lot of nosy questions. That’s what I want, you hear?”
Jessie was still holding the phone when the person hung up without another word.
“He hung up,” she said quietly.
By this time, Mr. Alden and Mrs. McGregor had gathered near the phone to find out about the mystery caller.
Mrs. McGregor was very upset when she saw Jessie’s and Violet’s frightened faces. She shook her rolling pin at the phone. “You know, that’s the third or fourth time someone has called here today. Only whenever your grandfather or I answered, they hung up.”
Mr. Alden put his arm around Violet. “What did the caller want? Did the voice sound at all familiar?”
“The man said we’d need a freight train, not a boxcar, for all the animals that will have to leave the shelter soon,” Violet told her grandfather.
Jessie picked up the receiver in case the person was still there, but all she heard was the dial tone. “He said to stop looking for Miss Newcombe and to stop asking nosy questions.”
“Well, he said the wrong thing to this family,” Henry said when he joined the group around the phone. “We’re just going to make sure we look even harder for Miss Newcombe and ask even more nosy questions!” |