The Orange Outlaw by Ron Roy & John Steven Gurney

Author:Ron Roy & John Steven Gurney [Roy, Ron & Gurney, John Steven]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, General, Mystery & Detective, Juvenile Fiction, Mysteries & Detective Stories, Action & Adventure, Detective and Mystery Stories, Mystery and Detective Stories, Readers, Art thefts, Law & Crime, Art & Architecture, Chapter Books, Accelerated Readers
ISBN: 9780375802706
Publisher: Random House
Published: 2001-10-22T22:00:00+00:00

“Isn’t it fun?” Mrs. Cornelius said. “I heard a noise last night, so I walked over and peeked through the drapes. Someone was on the balcony!”

“What did he look like?” Dink asked.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Mrs. Cornelius said. She took a pad out of the pocket of her robe and handed it to Dink.

Written in large, spidery letters were the words:

a baggy coat

very poor posture

wrinkled face

Dink gulped when he read the last two words:

orange hair

CHAPTER 7

“Still think the crook is Mrs. Cornelius?” Dink asked as they walked back up to the tenth floor.

“Mrs. Cornelius’s description sure does sound like Miss Booker,” Ruth Rose admitted.

Dink laughed. “Bad posture, baggy clothes, orange hair—sounds more like Josh!”

He opened the door to his uncle’s apartment.

“There you are,” Uncle Warren said. “Thank you for cleaning up. What a lovely surprise! Ready for blueberry pancakes?”

“I am!” Josh said, heading for the kitchen.

After taking his first bite of pancake, Dink reached into his pocket for the folded paper towel. He pulled out the orange hair and showed it to his uncle.

“Josh found this stuck to one of the chairs,” he said. “We think it came from the crook.”

Dink’s uncle studied the hair. “This is odd-looking. Wait, I’ll be back in a jiffy,” he said.

The kids heard cupboard doors opening and closing. A minute later, Dink’s uncle was back, carrying a small wooden box.

He moved the pancake platter to one side and set the box in its place. Then he pulled off the lid, revealing a shiny microscope. He plugged the microscope’s cord into a wall outlet.

“Josh, may I have one of your hairs?” he asked.

“Sure.” Josh grimaced as he yanked out a hair. Then he passed the hair to Uncle Warren.

Dink’s uncle laid both hairs on a glass slide, then placed the slide under the microscope lens. He adjusted the scope and put one eye to it.

“Well, I think it’s a real hair,” Uncle Warren said after a minute. “But it’s very different from yours, Josh. Take a look. Your hair is the one on the right.”

Josh bent over the scope. “All I see is nothing,” he said.

“Try closing one eye,” Uncle Warren said.

“Wow, that’s better!” Josh said. “The hairs look like tree trunks!”

Ruth Rose was next. “The hairs do look different,” she said. “Look, Dink.”

Dink closed one eye and peered through the lens. The hair on the right was thin and smooth-looking. The one on the left was fatter and more orange than the other one.

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