see.
âYeah, yeah, yeah,â a boy cried. âCut the lip drip and get to it.â Other children joined in, demanding Wilford get to his new moneymaking deal.
âThose are no ordinary pebbles you see,â Wilford sang. âThatâs gold! Bruno discovered the richest gold mine in the state.â
The children gasped.
âMen who dig for gold keep their finds a secret,â a boy challenged. âHow come youâre telling us?â
âGlad you asked, friend,â Wilford said. âYou donât use a pick and shovel to mine gold today. Too slow. We must have modern machinery. Iâll be honest with you. All our cash is tied up in African oil wells. So I thought of selling shares to my little pals in Idaville. Help us buy the machinery, and Bruno and I will make you rich beyond imagining.â
âDonât leak a word about the mine,â Bruno counseled. âIf you do, the grown-ups will move in and grab it all. None of us will get a dime.â
âThose are no ordinary pebbles you see,â Wilford sang. âThatâs gold! Bruno discovered the richest gold mine in the state.â
âAnd your dreams wonât come true,â Wilford added. âYou wonât be able to buy things for your mom and dad, like a new car or a washing machine.â
âHow much is a share?â a girl hollered.
âThe regular price is twenty dollars,â Wilford said. âFor my little pals, Iâll tell you what Iâm going to do. Iâll slash the price to two dollars a share. In three years a share will be worth a fortune! The more shares you buy, the sooner you can buy that car or washing machine for your mom and dad.â
The children chattered excitedly. How long would it take to afford a new car or a washing machine if they bought ten or twenty shares?
Wilford had them set up for his best line: âDonât blame me that youâre poor. Blame me for making you rich.â
That did it. The children lined up to buy shares.
âStop them, Encyclopedia,â Sally pleaded. âDonât let Wilford walk off with their savings.â
âI wonât,â Encyclopedia assured her. âThere is no gold mine.â
WHY DID ENCYCLOPEDIA SAY THAT?
( Click here for the solution to âThe Case of Wilfordâs Big Deal.â )
The Case of the Ten-Dollar Bike
Nine-year-old Mitzi Bowser dragged herself into the Brown Detective Agency.
âAm I a blockhead?â she groaned, and laid a quarter on the gas can. âYesterday Agatha Grubs talked me into secretly buying a like-new bicycle from her for ten dollars. She said she needed money badly. I paid her five dollars to hold the bike for me, even though I havenât seen it yet.â
âYou should have been warned about Agatha,â Sally said. âThe less you have to do with her the better off youâll be.â
Agatha Grubs was twelve, and walked with a heavy step. Little kids got out of her way.
âI wonder what kind of a bike sheâs selling,â Encyclopedia said.
âLet me guess,â Sally put in. âAgatha said that the wheels hum âHappy Days Are Here Againâ?â
Mitzi smiled weakly. âNaw, but Agatha said Iâll love the bike the minute I see it. She promised to hold it for me until noon today. She wonât sell it to someone else before then.â
Mitzi brooded briefly.
âAgatha knows I need a bike,â she continued. âIf I donât pay her the rest of the money when I see it, sheâll keep the five dollars for her trouble. Did I get taken!â
âWeâve got an hour till the noon deadline,â Encyclopedia said. âA visit to the bike is in order.â
Agathaâs house was three blocks away. She welcomed Mitzi. She fixed the detectives with a look that said, âMay a cow fall on your head.â
âWeâre here to see your ten-dollar bike,â Sally