the tracks in an attempt to hide them. Pushing the branches aside, they saw that the tracks stopped just beyond where the children stood.
“No car now,” remarked Jessie. “But I’m sure there was one here earlier.”
“Maybe whoever sent Tate the letter left a car hidden here,” Violet said. “Or maybe it is a reporter, spying on Tate.”
“What if it was the bank robbers?” said Benny. “Maybe they had their van in here.”
“But the van was leaving when we turned onto Old Farm Road. And the tracks weren’t here,” said Henry.
Benny looked stubborn. “Maybe they came back,” he said.
“I guess they could have,” said Jessie. “But why?”
“Maybe they’re not bank robbers. Maybe they’re spies,” said Benny.
Henry chuckled. But Jessie frowned thoughtfully.
“Look at this,” Henry said. He bent down and picked up a piece of a bright red feather. “I’ve never seen a bird with a feather like this around here.”
“A cardinal?” suggested Benny. “Cardinals are red.”
“But too small to have a feather that big,” said Violet. “It’s pretty.”
“Maybe it’s a clue,” said Henry. He slipped the feather into his pocket. “We’d better get going, or Mrs. McGregor will be worried.”
“A red feather, a blue van, a funny letter, bank robbers, and spies,” said Benny. “Those are a lot of mysteries.”
Jessie said, “It seems like the more clues we find, the more mysterious everything gets.”
When they buzzed the intercom at the Radley house the next day, Tate answered immediately. “Wait there,” he said. “I’ll be right out.”
A few minutes later, an unfamiliar figure came hurrying down the driveway. He was wheeling a battered bicycle and Greta was walking alongside him. When he reached the gate, he stopped and put a leash on Greta. Then he punched in the code, pushed the gate open, and stepped out to join the Aldens.
“Tate?” said Violet in a puzzled voice.
The figure in front of them had frizzy brown hair and wore little wire-rimmed glasses. He had on an enormous shirt and looked almost fat. Then Benny saw the blue eyes behind the glasses and said, “It is you. It’s Tate.”
Tate smiled. “Yep. It’s a disguise. Not bad, huh?”
“If Greta wasn’t with you, I wouldn’t have guessed so quickly,” Violet said.
“Why are you in disguise?” Jessie wanted to know.
“Because I want to go into Greenfield. This way, no one will recognize me,” Tate explained.
“Where’s Courtney?” asked Benny. “Did she say you could go?”
“She went with my mom to run some errands,” Tate said. “This is a perfect time to slip away.”
Henry looked up and down the road. But he didn’t see any suspicious vans or anyone lurking in the trees. “Come on, then,” he said. He grinned at Tate. “Let’s go.”
As they walked through the peaceful streets of Greenfield, the Aldens told Tate about the history of the town and about some of the mysteries they had solved there.
“That’s the old train station,” said Jessie. “Greenfield used to have lots of trains come through it.”
“We found out about it when our boxcar got stolen,” Jessie added.
“But you got it back?” Tate asked.
Benny said, “We sure did. We can solve any mystery. We even found some stolen rubies.”
“Taken from the antique store over there,” said Henry, pointing to a store with a sign that read ANTIQUE TREASURES, W. BELLOWS, PROPRIETOR.
“Wow,” said Tate. “Greenfield only looks like a quiet little town. From the way you talk, I can tell that anything could happen.”
Suddenly Violet stopped. “There they are!” she gasped.
“Who?” asked Henry.
“The robbers,” Violet said. “I just saw them slip down the alley behind the bank!”
“Bank robbers?” Tate said, his eyes widening behind his glasses.
“Come on!” Jessie said. She hurried down the sidewalk and stopped to peer around the corner. “I don’t see them,” she said.
“Let’s go a
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