where no one will ever see them again. Including me !
Would that be enough? He thought of what Margo Muggin had said in those dreadful moments when they were alone in the living room. âI know why you came here,â sheâd hissed. âAnd if you know whatâs good for you, youâll go while you can. Before itâs too late!â
Hiding the evidence wasnât going to solve this problemânot if Margo knew about the Top Secret Project. Probably Ernie had visited her himself, before he died. MaybeâJeff groaned aloudâmaybe heâd even told her that one of these days his best friend Jeffrey Keppel would stop in to âarrange the payoff.â
C HAPTER S EVEN
âWhat will it be, your highness, meat loaf or pork chops?â Jeffâs mother asked. âYour wish is my command.â
âEither one,â Jeff said. âIt doesnât matter.â He was trying to think of a place where he could hide the clippings.
âPork chops, then,â Mrs. Keppel said in the same bright tone. âIâll start them, while you run downstairs and get a jar of applesauce.â
Jeff nodded and headed for the basement, glad to escape his motherâs determined cheerfulness. As usual, she knew when something was bothering him. He wished he could convince her that he wasnât sick, but if he told her the truth, sheâd be more worried than ever. He was pretty sure no one had written a book on what to do when your son started believing in ghosts.
The fruit cellar was in the far corner of the basement. Jeff switched on the light and looked over the neat rows of fruits, vegetables, and jams. The applesauce was on a bottom shelf, and as he bent down it occurred to him that this might be a good place in which to hide the clippings. There was a box of empty jars in the corner. He took the envelope from his pocket, rolled it up, and pushed it into a jar. Then he slid the jar under the bottom shelf, as far back as it would go. If a mouse sneaked in and chewed up Ernieâs âevidenceââso much the better.
His mother was talking on the telephone when he came back upstairs. She rolled her eyes at Jeff. âHe just came in, Mr. Morgensen. Hang on a minute, please.â
She held out the receiver, and Jeff backed away in a panic. What could the principal of Lakeview School want with him?
âItâs something about Ernie,â Mrs. Keppel mouthed. Reluctantly, Jeff took the phone and listened while Mr. Morgensen explained the reason for his call. Heâd decided there should be a memorial service for poor Ernest Barber. It would have to be tomorrow, since that was the last day of school, and he knew Jeff would want to take part in it.
âAfter all,â the principal said warmly, âyou were Ernestâs best friend, Jeffrey. It would be just grand if youâd share some of your special memories of him.â
Jeff shot a frantic glance at his mother. She smiled encouragingly.
âIâI donât think I can,â he said. âIâm sorryââ
âOf course you can, Jeffrey,â Mr. Morgensen interrupted. Now there was a little less warmth in his voice. âThereâs nothing to worry about, my boy. Weâre all your friends, you know.â
âI know, âJeff said. âBut, see, I canât think of anythingââ
âTry, Jeffrey,â Mr. Morgensen said. âTry for your poor departed friendâs sake. Have something ready by one-thirty tomorrow. Iâll see you then.â
There was a sharp little click, and the principal was gone.
âHe wants me to talk about Ernie at a memorial service,â Jeff moaned. âI canât do it.â
Mrs. Keppel gave him a hug. âOf course you can, darling,â she said. âYou mustnât be afraid of showing your feelings. Let them outâthatâs what all the books say. If you break down, people will understand that you miss