The Canary Caper (3 page)

Andy Pardue gave them a sharp look. “What’s going on, anyway? A ring of animal thieves?”

“That’s what we’re trying to find out,” Dink said.

“Well, let me know what you dig up,” said Andy. “Boy, I’d like to get my hands on the creep who did this. My little sister cried all night!”

The kids walked back to Woody Street.

“Let’s stop and check in with Mrs. Davis,” Dink suggested as they passed her house. “We should tell her about the other missing animals.”

When Mrs. Davis opened her door, she had a big smile on her face.

“Oh, I’m so glad to see you three!” she exclaimed. “You’ll never guess! A man just called. He said he found Mozart! He’s bringing him here at six-thirty. Isn’t that lovely?”

“That’s great.” Dink looked at Josh and Ruth Rose in surprise.

“I want you three to be here, since you were kind enough to look for him,” Mrs. Davis continued. “Afterward, we’ll have some of my strawberry shortcake to celebrate!”

“Super!” Josh said.

“We’ll see you at six-thirty,” Dink said with a wave.

The three started home.

Josh grinned. “I guess Mozart wasn’t kidnapped after all.”

“I guess not,” Dink said. He looked at Ruth Rose. She wasn’t smiling.

“There’s one thing I don’t understand,” she finally said. “How did he know who to call? How did that man know who Mozart belonged to?”

Dink shrugged. “Maybe he found him near Mrs. Davis’s house and asked one of her neighbors.”

“Or,” Ruth Rose said, “maybe the guy who called is the same guy who
took
Mozart.”

“But that doesn’t make sense,” Dink said. “Why would someone steal a canary on Thursday and return it the next day?”

“For the reward,” Ruth Rose said with a frown. “This guy steals pets, then returns them for money.”

Dink and Josh just stared at Ruth Rose.

They walked the rest of the way home in silence.

Dink and Ruth Rose sat on Dink’s front porch. They’d just finished dinner and were waiting for Josh.

Ruth Rose sighed.

“Tiger hasn’t come home yet?” Dink asked.

She shook her head.

“Cats can be pretty mysterious sometimes,” Dink said. He wanted Ruth Rose to feel better. “Maybe she’s visiting a cat buddy somewhere.”

Ruth Rose looked down. “She’s never stayed away like this.”

Suddenly Dink noticed that Ruth Rose had forgotten her headband. Her curly hair was hanging in her eyes.

Just then Josh came running down Woody Street, carrying his sketch pad. He jogged across Dink’s lawn.

“Did Tiger come back yet?” he asked.

“No,” Ruth Rose said, standing up. “Come on, let’s go see who brings Mozart back.”

A few minutes later, they were ringing Mrs. Davis’s doorbell. Ruth Rose had a determined look in her eye. “If this guy has cat scratches on his hands, I’m calling Officer Fallon.”

Mrs. Davis opened her door dressed for the occasion. The green gem in her necklace sparkled in the evening sunlight.

“I hope you’ve brought your appetites,” she said. “To help us celebrate
Mozart’s return, I’ve made some shortcake.”

Josh grinned. “I might be able to eat a small helping.”

Mrs. Davis laughed. “Oh, pooh, Joshua Pinto. I’ve seen what you can do to a batch of my cookies.”

They walked into the living room. Mozart’s empty cage sat on the piano.

“It will be so good to hear Mozart sing again,” Mrs. Davis said.

The doorbell chimed. “He’s here!” Mrs. Davis hurried to the door.

A thin young man stood smiling on the front porch. He was dressed neatly in a white shirt, dark pants, and blue suspenders.

The man held a small box with holes poked in the sides. “I’m Fred Little,” he said. “Here’s your canary.”

Dink looked at the man’s hands as he passed the box to Mrs. Davis. Not a
single claw mark. He shot a look at Ruth Rose.

“Thank you, Mr. Little,” said Mrs. Davis. “Won’t you step inside?”

Mrs. Davis introduced him to Dink, Josh, and Ruth Rose. Then she opened the box and lifted out her canary.

“Well, Mozart, how was your vacation?” She gave the canary a quick kiss and placed him in his cage.

Everyone paused to watch Mozart hop around, then settle down to preen his feathers.

“Mr. Little, I can’t tell you how grateful I am,” Mrs. Davis said. “But how did you know where to bring him?”

Ruth Rose kicked Dink in the ankle.

Fred Little smiled. “I had to do some detective work,” he said. “I called the pet shop today and asked who in town owned a canary. A nice woman told me your name, so I looked you up in the phone book.”

“That must have been Mrs. Wong,” Dink said. “We talked to her today, too. About Ruth Rose’s missing cat. When did you call her?”

The man stared at Dink. “I don’t remember exactly,” he said. “It was right after I caught the canary.”

Mrs. Davis clapped her hands. “How thoughtful of you to go to so much trouble! Will you accept a reward?”

Ruth Rose glanced at Dink with a smirk on her face.

The man smiled at Mrs. Davis. “You’re very kind,” he said. “But no
thanks. It’s reward enough seeing your little bird back home again.”

Dink snuck a quick look at Ruth Rose. She looked confused, and Dink could understand why.

If he won’t take a reward, then he didn’t steal Mozart. And if Mozart didn’t get kidnapped, maybe Tiger didn’t either
, Dink thought.

“Then will you at least have a cup of tea and a cookie?” Mrs. Davis asked.

“That’ll be fine,” he said. “May I use your bathroom?”

“Down the hall on the right,” Mrs. Davis said. “Kids, will you help me in the kitchen?”

While Mrs. Davis boiled water and arranged her silver tea service, the kids put cookies on a tray.

“He didn’t take the reward,” Ruth Rose whispered, frowning. “I can’t believe I was wrong!”

“I don’t know, Ruth Rose,” Dink said. “There’s something fishy about this guy. Why didn’t Mrs. Wong tell us he called her?”

“We saw Mrs. Wong in the morning,” Josh reminded them. “Fred Little must have called her later.”

“Yeah, I suppose,” Dink said.

“But I have this weird feeling I’ve seen Fred Little somewhere before,” Josh said.

“Around here?” Ruth Rose asked.

Josh shrugged. “I’m not sure. I can’t remember.”

“What are you three whispering about?” Mrs. Davis called. “I’ll need some helping hands in a minute.”

When they were all seated around the card table, Mrs. Davis poured five cups of tea. “Are you just passing through, Mr. Little? I haven’t seen you in town before.”

“I’m here looking for a job,” Fred Little said.

“So you might settle in Green Lawn? Wouldn’t that be wonderful!”

Fred Little smiled. “It’s a nice town.” He glanced around the living room. “You sure have a lovely home, Mrs. Davis.”

“Why, thank you. When my husband was alive, we traveled a great deal,” Mrs. Davis said. “We brought back something special from each country we visited.”

Fred Little left a few minutes later, and the kids helped Mrs. Davis clean up. “Still have room for shortcake?” she asked, grinning at Josh.

“Sure do!” he answered, picking up his sketch pad.

Josh began to draw a picture of Fred Little’s face. “I just wish I could remember where I’ve seen this guy before.”

That night, a thunderstorm sent the kids running from their tents into their houses.

It was still raining the next day, so they decided to play Monopoly at Dink’s house.

“Ruth Rose, it’s your turn,” Josh said.

“I know,” she said, staring out Dink’s window. “I can’t concentrate. Tiger is out there in the rain.”

Dink and Josh just looked at each other.

“If Fred Little didn’t take the pets, then who could it be?” Ruth Rose asked. She came and plopped herself down at the Monopoly board.

Dink thought a moment. “If we could figure out
why
someone was stealing animals,” he said, “maybe we could figure out
who
was doing it.”

Ruth Rose picked up her stack of Monopoly cash. “I still think it’s for money,” she said. “When people get kidnapped, it’s usually for ransom money, right?”

The boys nodded.

“But no one who’s lost a pet has gotten a ransom note,” Josh said.

“Not yet, anyway.” Ruth Rose tossed her play money onto the table. “I’m going home. Mom put an ad in the paper, and I want to be there if anyone calls about Tiger.”

The two boys watched her put on
her coat and head out into the rain.

“I’ve never seen her act so mopey,” Josh said after the door closed. “She doesn’t even argue with me anymore!”

“Yeah, and have you noticed she’s not wearing one color either?” Dink pointed out. “I hope Tiger comes home soon.”

That night the rain cleared up, so Dink and Josh slept out in the tent again.

The next morning, Ruth Rose woke them up. She was wearing cut-off jeans and an old T-shirt. Her untied sneaker laces were muddy from dragging.

“Read this, guys,” she said, and she shoved the
Sunday Morning Gazette
under Dink’s nose.

One paragraph was circled in red crayon. Dink and Josh stumbled out of the tent and sat at the picnic table.

The paragraph was under
LOCAL
AREA CRIMES
. Dink scanned it quickly, then read it out loud:

“Two Green Lawn homes were burglarized last night, Officer Charles Fallon has reported. The homes of Dr. and Mrs. Michael Pardue and Mr. and Mrs. Harvey Gwynn were entered by persons unknown. Several items of value were taken. Police are investigating.”

Dink looked up. “Wow! First they lose their pets, then someone breaks into their houses. I think that stinks!”

“And I think they’re connected,” Ruth Rose said. “Don’t you see, it is about money! Someone is taking pets, then breaking into the same houses.”

“But why would someone need to steal a pet before robbing a house?” Dink asked.

“And not only that,” Josh added, “but what about you and Mrs. Davis?
Your pets disappeared, but your houses weren’t broken into.”

“He’s right, Ruth Rose,” Dink said. “Why just two houses and not all four?”

Ruth Rose frowned at Dink and Josh. “I don’t know,” she said.

“We should try and find out. Let’s go see the Pardues and the Gwynns again. Maybe the burglars left some clues!”

They hurried over to Thistle Court and rang the bell. Mr. Gwynn came to the door in his bathrobe.

“Oh, hi, kids! Mrs. Gwynn told me you stopped by Friday. Guess what? Yesterday afternoon, someone found our parrot and returned him!”

Ruth Rose stared at Mr. Gwynn. “Archie was returned yesterday?”

Mr. Gwynn nodded. “To celebrate, I took the family out for dinner and a movie. But when we got back home, we
discovered we’d been robbed. The rats took my coin collection.”