The next day the Aldens were at the museum at exactly twelve o’clock. The entrance lobby was cool and quiet. The highly polished wood floors made their footsteps echo throughout the room. Henry pointed to an office to their right. They all walked to the door and peered in.
“Anyone here?” Henry called out.
A small, gray-haired man came out of a supply closet. In his hands were some pads of paper. He smoothed his mustache and walked toward the Aldens.
“Can I help you?” he asked, smiling. “I’m Carl Mason.”
At first the children were silent, not knowing where to begin. Then Jessie said, “Mrs. Harkins told us the necklace she wore to the hospital dance belonged to the museum.”
“Indeed it does,” Mr. Mason said. “But why are you youngsters interested in the necklace?”
“Because we think it belonged to our grandmother,” Benny blurted out.
Mr. Mason laughed loudly. “That’s a good joke!”
“Could we see your necklace?” Violet asked.
“No reason not,” Mr. Mason replied. “Follow me.” He led the children to a small room with a display case in the center. In the case was the necklace. It glittered under the light.
“Oh,” Violet whispered. “Its so beautiful.” “Oh, yes,” Jessie agreed. She took the newspaper picture and Violet’s drawing out of her pocket and put them on top of the display case.
The Aldens gathered closer and looked at the necklace and the pictures.
Quickly Henry explained about the necklace to Mr. Mason.
“So you think this necklace might be your grandmother’s?”
Mr. Mason asked.
Jessie examined Violet’s drawing again. “It looks like your necklace. Don’t you think so?”
Mr. Mason laughed again. “First of all, there are probably many necklaces that look exactly like these.”
“Oh, no,” Violet said. “Grandfather said his was designed just for our grandmother.”
“Well now, children,” Mr. Mason said, “you know that everyone isn’t always totally honest. This designer might not have kept his word.”
Benny looked upset. “Oh!” he said.
Mr. Mason looked at the Aldens and cleared his throat. “Why don’t you just leave this drawing? When I have more time, I’ll look at it closely.”
Violet frowned. “When do you think that will be?”
“I don’t know,” Mr. Mason said, curtly. “Come back tomorrow afternoon after three. We’ll talk again if I have time.” Mr. Mason led the Aldens to the front door and made sure they left.
As they walked to their bikes, Benny said, “I don’t think anyone in this town likes us. ”
Violet laughed and put an arm around him. “I like you,” she said.
Jessie sighed and said, “Let’s go back to the pond and cool off.”
“Right,” Henry agreed. “First, we can go to that little market.” He pointed to a store across the street. “We’ll buy things for lunch and take Aunt Jane on a picnic.”
“You’re a smart brother,” Benny said, heading for the store.
In the market, they bought bread and ham and cheese for sandwiches. Benny lifted a container of chocolate milk from a case. Violet picked out fresh fruit while Jessie added cookies to their order.
Aunt Jane was folding laundry in the kitchen when the children came home. “We’re going to take you out to lunch,” Benny told Aunt Jane proudly.
“Right,” Henry said. “We’re going to picnic at the pond.”
“Wonderful,” Aunt Jane said. And then she asked, “What happened at the museum?”
She listened with total attention as the Aldens took turns telling her about their conversation with Mr. Mason.
“We did see the necklace,” Violet said. “It’s so beautiful.”
“I think it could be Grandmother’s,” Jessie said.
As the children made the sandwiches and packed the picnic basket, Aunt Jane thought about their visit to the museum. Finally she said, “It is really very hard to believe that after all these years, the necklace in the museum is the Alden necklace.”
“I think Aunt Jane is probably right,” Henry said. “After all when the robbery took place it must have been reported in the Greenfield newspaper. Elmford isn’t that far away. People here would have read about it.”
Aunt Jane thought for a moment. “As a matter of fact, it wasn’t in the Greenfield paper. The printing press was broken and the paper wasn’t published for a week. I remember your grandfather telling me that.”
“I’m tired of the necklace,” Benny said. “Let’s go to the pond.”
At the pond, Uncle Andy had hung a big, old rubber tire to a tree on a long rope. One by one the Aldens sat in the center of the tire, swung out over the pond, and dropped in. Benny and Henry went in together, since the middle of the pond was over Benny’s head. They all forgot about the necklace as they sailed out over the pond and then fell in.
They didn’t think about it much either, while they ate dinner and listened to Aunt Jane tell funny stories about her growing-up years. When the phone rang in the next room, Aunt Jane said, “Jessie dear, will you answer it?”
Jessie ran in and picked up the receiver. “Hello,” she said.
A woman’s voice asked, “Who is this?”
Jessie said, “I’m Jessie Alden … Jane Bean’s niece. I’m visiting her for a few days.”
“I think you should go home,” the woman said. “I think you and your brothers should just go home. Right away.”
“Who is this?” Jessie asked nervously.
But all she heard was the phone being hung up.
Slowly Jessie walked back into the kitchen.
“Who was it?” Aunt Jane asked.
“It was a woman who said we should all go home … right away. When I asked who it was, she just hung up.”
Henry said angrily, “Well, she had some nerve.”
“Did you recognize the voice?” Violet asked.
“Was it that Mrs. Harkins, who didn’t like us?” Benny asked.
“It didn’t sound like her at all. But I don’t know who it was,” Jessie replied.
“I don’t like this,” Aunt Jane said. “Not one bit. Maybe you should go home. Maybe I should call your grandfather and tell him—”
“Oh, no,” Jessie interrupted. “We want to try to find out about the necklace just a little bit longer. Think how happy Grandfather would be if we found the necklace.”
“He’d love that,” Aunt Jane said, “but he wouldn’t want any harm to come to you children. He’d be very angry with me if I let that happen.”
“Aunt Jane,” Henry said, “we’re not going to get hurt. It’s probably just someone playing a joke on us.”
“Except,” Benny said, “we don’t know anyone here who would play a joke on us.”
They all silently agreed with Benny.
“We have to go back to the museum tomorrow,” Violet said.
“Please,” Jessie added.
“Well, all right,” Aunt Jane finally said. “But I’m going with you. I’ll drive you into town and we’ll all talk to Mr. Mason together.”
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