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pile of clothing he had been sorting through. He did not seem happy to have visitors.
    “We just wanted to talk to you about the missing sword,” said Jessie. “If you don’t mind.”
    “I knew that young scoundrel should never have borrowed my sword,” Mr. Worthington said. “I warned them something bad would happen.”
    “Jonathan said he left the sword in here after the show,” said Jessie.
    “I don’t care what Mr. Fairbanks says. When I came in last night, there was no sword,” said Mr. Worthington.
    “What time did you come back to the tent?” asked Henry.
    Mr. Worthington frowned. “I don’t know. I don’t wear a watch.”
    “Was it right after the show ended?” asked Jessie. “That was ten o’clock.”
    “No, I stayed for a few minutes to sign autographs,” Mr. Worthington said. “I probably got back here around ten-fifteen.”
    “Did you look all around here for the sword?” asked Jessie, her eyes traveling around the tent.
    “Yes, Ms. Greene and I turned this tent upside down looking for the sword,” said Mr. Worthington. “I assure you it’s not here.”
    “I wonder where it could be,” said Jessie.
    “I suggest you ask Mr. Fairbanks.” And with that Mr. Worthington strode angrily out of the tent.
    The Aldens all looked at each other, stunned.
    “We didn’t learn much from him, either,” said Henry, sighing.
    “No, except that he thinks Jonathan is to blame,” said Jessie, writing in her notebook. She glanced at her watch. “We’d better get to the costume shop or there won’t be any swords for tonight’s show.”
    The children had been to the costume shop several times to buy things for their Halloween costumes. It was just a short walk from the park. As they walked, they talked about what could have happened to the sword.
    “Do you really think someone stole it?” Benny asked.
    “I hate to think that,” said Henry. “But what else could have happened to it?”
    “Who would have stolen it?” asked Violet.
    “Jonathan is the most likely suspect,” Henry said. “He was the last one who had it. He says he put it in Mr. Worthington’s tent, but no one saw it there.”
    “Remember how happy he was to get the sword?” Violet said. “He kept saying it was just what he needed.”
    “I’m wondering if maybe Richard Worthington stole the sword,” Jessie said. “He was so angry when Hannah asked him to give it to Jonathan.”
    “He claimed he was the ‘rightful owner,’” Henry recalled.
    “A pretty strange thing to say since the sword really belongs to Hannah,” Jessie said. “And today he kept saying, ‘I warned them something bad would happen.’”
    “So do you think that he’s just pretending he never saw the sword last night, but actually he’s hidden it away somewhere?” asked Violet. “And now he’s trying to put the blame on Jonathan?”
    “He was very angry that Jonathan was using ‘his’ sword,” said Jessie. “Today he called him a scoundrel. Maybe he wants to get Jonathan in trouble.”
    “Hannah said Mr. Worthington could be very moody,” said Violet. “And he sure seems that way.”
    They had reached downtown Greenfield. The children walked up Main Street to the corner where the costume shop was.
    The store was crowded with costumes of all kinds. There were colorful clown costumes, scary witch dresses, elegant princess gowns, even a furry dog suit.
    “Hello,” said the man behind the counter. “Can I help you?”
    “We need some swords for the medieval fair at Pleasant Valley Park,” Jessie said.
    “I’ve heard about that fair,” the man said. “So you need something a medieval knight would use?”
    “Yes,” said Jessie.
    The man opened a drawer and pulled out several different swords. One was made of cheap plastic and didn’t look real enough. Jessie was also worried it might break, like the first one had. Another sword was too small. After considering all of them, the children selected two sturdy swords with fancy