Edgar Allan's Official Crime Investigation Notebook

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was learning from the computer was that an iris grows from a bulb and takes its name from the Greek word meaning rainbow. Not very good clues.
    Edgar glanced over at Taz’s fingers on the computer keyboard.
    Taz bites his fingernails! I thought I was the only one who did that. What does he have to be nervous about? Maybe he is thethief and he is nervous that I will find real evidence against him.…
    Edgar leaned back in his chair and pretended to yawn. If he tilted his head to the left, he could just see what was on Taz’s screen.
    Taz was reading an article:
    What to Expect When Your Dog Has Osteosarcoma
    Edgar froze. He didn’t know what osteosarcoma was, but it didn’t sound good. Taz was hunched forward, scrolling down through the article.
    Quickly, Edgar turned his computer screen slightly away from Taz and typed in the question: What is osteosarcoma?
    The answer came up: Bone Cancer.
    Edgar stared at the words. Then he logged off. Quietly, he took his notebook and went to his desk.
    Does Bandit have cancer? If I was Taz’s best friend, I’d ask him. Should I ask him even if I’m not his best friend? What if I ask him and it just makes him sad?
    Maybe Taz cracks jokes to cover up the fact that he is worried about Bandit. He must have a hard time concentrating in school. And on top of it, everybody thinks he is a thief!
    Never fear, Taz! I will prove your innocence.
OFFICIAL INTERVIEW
WITH MR. CREW
EDGAR:
Mr. Crew, which of the teachers at this school is the biggest coffee drinker, besides Ms. Herschel?
MR. CREW:
That’s an interesting question. Why do you ask?
EDGAR:
I’m just doing my job, sir.
MR. CREW:
Well, I know the staff lounge is usually full of coffee drinkers in the morning, but I brew my tea in my room, so I really don’t know. I think Mr. Browning makes the coffee, but I’m not sure. You could ask him. You’d better go to class or you’ll be late, Edgar.
IMPORTANT CONCLUSION:
    Mr. Crew has gray hairs in his mustache if you look up close.
OFFICIAL INTERVIEW
WITH MR. BROWNING
EDGAR:
Mr. Browning, do you or do you not make the coffee in the staff lounge?
MR. BROWNING:
I do, Edgar. I’m usually the first one here, so I make a pot, grab a cup, and get to work. I need my coffee almost as much as Ms. Herschel!
EDGAR:
Aha! So, the two of you are the biggest coffee drinkers?
MR. BROWNING:
Well, she is first to the pot after me.
EDGAR:
Thank you, Mr. Browning. I just have one more question for you. Do you know if Ms. Barrett drinks coffee?
MR. BROWNING:
Ms. Barrett? Yes, she does. She takes cream and sugar.
EDGAR:
Aha.
MR. BROWNING:
Aha what?
EDGAR:
Aha nothing. I have to go to class.
    IMPORTANT CONCLUSIONS:
    1. Ms. Herschel is a well-known coffee hog.
    2. Mr. Browning is in love with Ms. Barrett. When I mentioned her name, this look came into his eyeballs.
    3. If I ever fall in love, I’m wearing sunglasses so nobody can tell.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

    The rain had stopped, but the afternoon sun was still hiding behind the gray clouds, as if it knew there was more rain to come. As soon as Edgar arrived home, he put his crime investigation notebook in his backpack and hopped on his bike. Dodging the big puddles and driving slowly through the shallow ones, Edgar rode to Taz’s street. Hopefully he’d see Taz and he could strike up a conversation. He could tell him that he didn’t believe he was the thief—at least that might cheer him up.
    As Edgar approached the house, he saw Taz and Bandit in their front yard. What luck! Bandit was peeing on a tree! Edgar pulled his bike behind the mail carrier’s van and peeked out.
    Everything was looking normal. Maybe Edgar had jumped to conclusions. But then Bandit stumbled. Edgar held his breath. Slowly, too slowly, the dog limped a few steps and sat down. After a few seconds, Bandit went down on his front paws, too. Taz stood, looking at him.
    I don’t know much about dogs, but I don’t think

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