the garbage inside the bag of shoes and forgot all about it. That robber didnât just make off with my rare used shoe collection, he got a jumbo portion of last nightâs leftovers as well.â Uncle Marvin sneezes several times loudly.
âSo much for that stack of Bibles. Letâs put you to bed, honey. Youâre not ready for company.â
âDo you remember what was in those leftovers?â I ask.
âI sure do,â my uncle replies, sniffling loudly. âSuccotash, half of a baked potato, and a perfectly good noodle pudding. I dropped it on the floor and your aunt made me throw it away.â
âI certainly did,â Aunt Harriet says. âWho in their right mind would eat a noodle pudding after it fell on the floor?â
âMe,â Uncle Marvin says simply.
âThanks a lot, Mr. and Mrs. OâConnor,â Sam says. âThat was really helpful.â We turn to leave.
âThereâs one more thing,â Uncle Marvin adds. We freeze in our tracks. âWhoever took those things smelled kind of funny.â
âWhat did he smell like, Uncle Marvin?â I ask. âItâs very important.â
âHe smelled . . . sort of . . . sort of like . . . he smelled like old seaweed and rotting fish.â
âWeâd better be on our way now, Mr. and Mrs. OâConnor,â Lucille says abruptly. She gives me an anxious look.
âCome back soon, Charlie,â Aunt Harriet says. âDonât be a stranger!â She grabs me and hugs me a little too tightly.
Lucille and Sam take my arms and practically drag me off the porch. We race down the road. We are halfway to my house by the time Sam finally speaks. âAre you absolutely sure you donât have an identical twin in an alternate reality, Charlie? It would explain everything.â
âAt this point Iâm not absolutely sure of anything.â I sniff my stumpy little arm. Old seaweed and rotting fish all right. The description fits me like a glove.
But it wasnât me. It couldnât have been. WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?????
âOkay. What do we know?â Lucille says. âCharlie, you start.â
âThree crimes, one motive: hunger.â
âIâll buy it,â Sam agrees.
âDo we all go with the one-perp theory?â Lucille asks.
âI sure do,â Sam answers. âHow about a description?â
âAbout my height. Claws instead of hands. Smells like me.â I stare down at my big webbed feet. âLooks like me. But not me.â
âIt would be so easy if it were, Charlie,â Lucille adds.
âBut itâs not,â Sam says firmly. âThe same uh . . . creature . . . cannot occupy two different spaces at the same time.â
I am so busy trying on various crime scenarios I donât open my big jaws to speak until we reach the corner of Lonesome Lane and Cedar Street and I am almost home. As the last ray of sunlight disappears behind a row of distant beech trees I am the first to break the silence. âThereâs probably an obvious answer just staring us in the face. We are so going to kick ourselves when we finally figure out who this guy is.â I stomp my flippers on the icy sidewalk to get my circulation going.
âYeah,â Lucille says quietly. âI sure hope so.â
Sam blows on his fingers to warm them up. âI have a piano recital this weekend and I promised my mom Iâd practice today. I better get going.â
âOops, I almost forgot. Iâm taking my ferrets to the vet for their shots,â Lucille says. âIâve got to run.â
âFine,â I say, âbut donât forget: we have an emergency meeting of the Junior Scientists of America tonight. My house. Six oâclock sharp.â
My friends nod their agreement, and then they take off. And I am alone.
I donât think weâre ever going to solve this
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