Horrible Harry and the Missing Diamond by Suzy Kline

Horrible Harry and the Missing Diamond by Suzy Kline

Author:Suzy Kline
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2013-09-05T16:00:00+00:00


Miss Mackle leaned forward as Harry tossed aside the first ball of paper. “You just used this one. It’s still wet.” He reached for the other two, then unraveled one.

“Chocolate frosting,” Harry declared. “This is yours, all right.”

Harry’s investigation was beginning to gross me out.

He used his magnifying glass over each fold of the paper towel. “Not here.”

Harry reached for the second paper ball. When he unfolded it, we could see two slimy orange things. Harry smelled them. “Peaches.”

Double gross, I thought. Horrible stuff never bothered Harry. That was one talent I was glad I didn’t have.

Miss Mackle made a face. “Peach yogurt, actually.”

“No diamond,” Harry said. Then he put everything back and washed his hands at the sink.

“Thanks, Harry.” Miss Mackle sighed. “You’re a hardworking detective.”

Then her voice started to break up. “Thank you, too, Doug. I’m . . . going home now.” I wondered if she was going to cry in her car.

“I’m not giving up!” Harry called out as we walked downstairs to the cafeteria.

Mom was helping kids scoop seeds into their milk carton birdhouses while my brother was punching her rear end. “Stop that, Baxter!” she scolded. Then she smiled at us. “Want to make a birdhouse, boys?” she asked. “There’s still time.”

I decided to give it a try. Maybe making one of those things for the talent show wasn’t the worst idea in the world.

Harry was suddenly distracted. “Oh, man, I left my baseball cap in my desk. Be back in a jiff.”

I nodded. I was busy gathering Popsicle sticks and twigs for my birdhouse.

Ten minutes later Harry came back . . . without his hat.

I was sitting at the end of the table, far away from my brother and his friends. They were having sword fights with the leftover Popsicle sticks.

“That diamond’s not in the teachers’ bathroom either,” Harry whispered to me. “I checked it out.”

“You went into the teachers’ bathroom?” I repeated.



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