The Mystery of the Traveling Tomatoes: The Boxcar Children Mysteries, Book 117
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When the Boxcar Children help out in a local garden, they dig up one strange thing after another! First, the tomato plants seem to move every day. How can that be? Then the Aldens follow the clues to an unsolved bank robbery, and it's clear that a very big mystery is growing in Greenfield.
on the bed and curled up next to him. “You smell like shampoo,” said Benny. He slid an arm around his furry friend, and soon they fell fast asleep. CHAPTER 7 Picture, Picture, on the Wall After breakfast the next morning, Henry lifted one photo off The Applewood Café wall. He set it on the table next to the photo Sally gave them. Benny was right about two differences between the pictures. Only one photo had a SOLD sticker on the For Sale sign. And then Laura and David were only in one photo.
warned Henry. “We mustn’t touch any of this. It’s all evidence.” He read detective books and he knew that it was best not to touch anything that the police might need to solve a case. He saw that the floor of the van was littered with old newspapers, paint rags, fast food, and candy wrappers. Henry wanted to climb in and look through everything. But he knew he couldn’t. “Let’s go,” he said. “We have to tell the police what we’ve found.” Chief Morgan sat at the front desk typing up a police
and forth over the ground. Then he took coins out of his pocket and rolled them down the aisle. Benny moved the detector toward a coin. “I hear clicks,” he said. He moved closer. “The clicks are getting faster.” He moved the detector right over the coin. “It’s buzzing!” While Benny hunted down the coins, the others asked Mr. Hamu what he remembered about the day of the bank robbery. “I remember the circus parade,” Mr. Hamu said. “All our customers went outside to watch. So we closed up shop
something nice to say about a person, “One good thing about Fenster,” she said, “is that his committee does put on wonderful events. They brought the circus to town, and now they’re putting on the race.” But even as she said this, Fenster crumpled his candy wrapper and tossed it on the ground. Then he walked toward a tent, yelling instructions. Without a word, Violet rode over, picked up the red wrapper, and tossed it into a garbage can. Few things made Violet angry. But littering was one of
them gently into the cans. Now the four children finished cleaning up the spilled cans. “Raccoons must have done this,” Jessie said. Violet studied the latches on the cans. “I don’t think raccoons could open these.” “And I don’t think raccoons wear boots.” Benny pointed to footprints. The deep boot treads made a V shaped pattern. One V had no point on the bottom. The children followed the prints from the garbage cans, through the garden, and out into the alley. At first, the boot treads left