The Secret of the Unseen Treasure by Campbell Julie

Author:Campbell, Julie [Campbell, Julie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Trixie Finds a Link • 7

MART’S PHOTOGRAPHS of the sweet peas were all very good, and Trixie and Honey agonized over the selection of one print to enter in the photo contest. They planned to submit the entry in person, since Miss Trask was driving them to White Plains to pick up Brian and Jim. The bus bringing the young men home from camp would arrive in White Plains in the early afternoon.

“This’ll be a lot faster than mailing in the entry,” Trixie said optimistically, climbing into the B.W.G. station wagon with Honey and Mart. “Maybe it’ll get into this week’s contest. The sooner the better for Mrs. Elliot.”

Miss Trask slid in behind the steering wheel. “I don’t like to dampen your enthusiasm, Trixie,” she said, “but there must be hundreds of entries. I hope you haven’t led Mrs. Elliot to believe she can definitely count on some prize money.”

“Mrs. Elliot is more sagacious about it than Trixie,” Mart commented. To Trixie he said, “That means she’s got more s-e-n-s-e.”

“She could use a whole lot of the other kind of cents,” Trixie retorted. “Besides, don’t you think your photograph is good enough to win the contest?”

“Owl” Mart winced.

“Touché,” said Miss Trask with a grin.

After delivering the photograph and entry blank to the White Plains newspaper office, Miss Trask and the three Bob-Whites drove to a nearby shopping center, where the camp bus would be unloading in the parking lot.

“We have nearly an hour until the bus is due,” Miss Trask said, glancing at her wrist-watch. “Plenty of time to do a little shopping. Shall we stick together or split up?”

“I’m not in the mood for earrings and purses,” Mart said, wrinkling his nose. “I’m headed for the sporting goods store. See you in about an hour.”

“Trixie?Honey?” Miss Trask inquired.

“We’ll meet you here in an hour, too,” Trixie said, “if it’s all right with you.”

“Fine,” Miss Trask said. She headed for a department store.

Honey eyed Trixie, curious. “What are we going to shop for?” she asked.

“Flowers,” Trixie said. “At Manton’s Flower Shop. Come on.”

As they left the parking lot and headed up the sidewalk, Honey asked, “What are we looking for at Manton’s?”

“A link,” Trixie said. “A connection of some kind. All of the bad things that have happened to Mrs. Elliot are somehow connected with her flower business. The arson attempt, the water pump sabotage, the trampled bed of snapdragons—”

Honey interrupted. “What about the slashed tire? And the attempt to steal her Social Security check?”

“The tire got slashed while she was here in White Plains delivering flowers to Mantons,” Trixie pointed out. “And if her check had been stolen, she wouldn’t have been able to get a new pump. She’d be out of business.”

Honey nodded. “You’re right. But what are we going to find at Manton’s?”

“I don’t know,” Trixie admitted. “I’ll just put my nose in a few flowers and see what I smell.”

“I hope you don’t get stung by a bee,” Honey said in a half-serious tone.

“I’ve been thinking about those stolen checks,” Trixie went on.

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