Notes for #34 The Mystery of the Missing Millionaire © 1980
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Even in the middle of the worst heat
wave in the history of Sleepyside-on-the Hudson, Honey managed to
look cool and neat. Her cotton blouse still had neat creases running
down the sleeves. |
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Honey: "You forget that I had years
and years of doing nothing but looking neat." Even though Honey had
spoken without a trace of self-pity, Trixie knew she hated to be
reminded of the time before she moved to Sleepyside. |
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Her (Trixie) family was far from rich,
but it was a comfortable and happy experience. |
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Trixie: "I'm sorry I'm such a grouch.
Hot weather always does that to me. I feel even grouchier when I
see that the heat doesn't bother you." Honey: "I know exactly how
you feel. In the winter, when the wind is howling and the snow is
blowing, all I want to do is bundle up and sit in front of the fireplace." |
| 23 |
Honey: "He (Mart)
could be shut up in his room writing long, mushy letters and checking
the mail or
answers. But Di is his favorite girl. And he doesn't act any differently
around her these days." |
| 24 |
Mr. Lytell's store was very different
from the big supermarket in Sleepyside. Here, the shelves were sparsely
stocked. He didn't carry the wide range of items of a big store,
because most of his business was in loaves of bread, cartons of milk,
and cold pop - things that people in the surrounding neighborhood
ran out of or decided they wanted on the spur of the moment. |
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Mr. Lytell spent most of his time in
the back room and only came out when he heard the door open and close.
He peered at the girls through his wire-rimmed spectacles. |
| 26 |
Trixie: "Do you have any strawberry
pop, Mr. Lytell?" Mr. Lytell: "I suppose if you had your way, I'd
stock every kind of pop under the sun, just so it would be there
if you wanted it. Makes no difference to you how high my electric
bill is either." |
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Trixie: "It's just that I get so
tired of being yelled at. But I'm always doing thoughtless things
that upset people, and then when I do decide to be thoughtful,
it turns out that people are 'just having a bad day,' and they yell
at me anyway." |
| 28 |
He (Regan) was strict about when, where,
and how they rode. The Bob-Whites were to ride on the paths of Mr.
Wheeler's huge game preserve. Galloping along concrete highways,
which could damage the horses' hooves, was absolutely forbidden. |
| 29 |
Honey: "Mr. Lytell rides Belle along
this road every day at noon. Mr. Lytell's exercise route goes up
Glen Road to our driveway, past the stables, into the preserve, and
then back to the store. I'm sure that's why he takes that path -
so he'll have a better chance of running into Miss Trask. Of course,
he'd never admit it, and Miss Trask wouldn't either." |
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Trixie: "I just found a motor club
membership card tucked into a pocket here. It gives Anthony Ramsey's
address. He lives in New York City." |
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If he (Mart) wasn't hungry, he must
be in the throes of something very mysterious indeed. |
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Mrs. Belden: "Mr.
Lytell's store was here long before the big supermarkets opened in
Sleepyside. And his
store always seemed just as empty then as it does now. Although I
don't believe the rumors that Mr. Lytell might be one of the wealthiest
people in Sleepyside, I imagine that he has money put aside for the
proverbial rainy day." |
| 45 |
Both girls gasped at the sight of a
low, sleek, red sports car parked outside. The young woman seemed
to be about twenty years old. She was tall and slender, with blond
hair that formed a cascading mane down to her shoulders. |
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Honey: "We were riding along Glen Road
around eleven-thirty this morning when we saw it - " |
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The (back) room was tiny, dusty, and
crowded. Like the store, the room had shelves running along the walls.
But unlike the sparsely filled shelves in front, the shelves in the
back room were jammed - with ledger books and cardboard boxes from
which receipts overflowed. There were only two chairs in the room:
the swivel chair that went with Mr. Lytell's desk and a straight-backed
wooden chair that stood beside the desk. |
| 51 |
Laura: "I'll be a sophomore at Columbia
University when school starts next month. My father owns a chain
of grocery stores. He built it up from one store. What he does is
to find experienced grocery store managers - like you, Mr. Lytell
- and gives them pretty much free rein at this stores." |
| 53 |
Laura: "My father has a partner. His
name is Frank Riebe. Somewhere along the way, Frank got greedy. He
began pushing to expand faster. He wants central control of the stores.
If anything ... happens to my father, Frank can take over the chain." |
| 54 |
Trixie: "You mean
you think your friends would go to Frank and tell him your father
had disappeared?" Laura: "I think
Frank has bribed some of them." |
| 56 |
Laura: "I still can't believe the story
I invented." |
| 57 |
Laura: "Esther- that's my father's
secretary." |
| 59 |
Laura: "Just a month
ago, on my twentieth birthday, my father took me to a car dealer
and let me pick out any
car I wanted, then paid for it in cash - twelve thousand dollars!" |
| 60 |
Trixie: "You (Mr.
Lytell) can use the car for collateral and lend Laura the money!" Mr.
Lytell: "Are you
saying I'm not to be trusted, young lady? I'll write the agreement
up, all legal-like. Then you can take one copy, and I'll keep the
other." |
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Mr. Lytell placed his copy in the top
drawer of his desk, rose, and walked through a door into what Trixie
had assumed was a closet, but which she now realized was another
small room. |
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Mr. Lytell: "Not that there's anything
left to beg, borrow, or steal since I took that two thousand out
of the safe." |
| 65 |
A feeling of jealousy was churning
in her (Trixie) stomache. It was bad enough that Laura was staying
at Manor House, where she and Honey would share conversations that
Trixie would only find out about second hand. |
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Trixie: "I'm delighted. For the first
time, I'll get to meet a real private detective and find out how
he works." |
| 76 |
Bobby didn't just sit quietly and listen
to a story. He asked a hundred questions about the words and the
pictures - and about things that occurred to him for no apparent
reason at all. |
| 77 |
Trixie: "Snow
White. That was one of
my favorites too." Bobby: "Didn't Mart and Brian read to you?" Trixie: "Nope. At least not that much. Because I learned to read almost as
soon as they did." |
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Bobby: "There were
seven dwarfs and they helped Snow White. And there are seven Bob-Whites,
and they
help all kinds of people. And the Bob-Whites are a club. So I just
wondered if the dwarfs were a club too." |
| 82 |
She (Trixie) was fascinated by the
idea that Mr. Lytell might, in spite of appearances, be a wealthy
man. |
| 84 |
She (Trixie) rummaged in a drawer next
to the sink for the old toothbrush she used for her nails. |
| 87 |
Trixie walked across the large, high-ceilinged
entryway to the library. Trixie decided that this man was exactly
what she expected a private detective to be. He was short and stocky,
but his girth all looked like muscle, except for a slight paunch
that swelled above his belt. |
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Honey: "Trixie, this is Mark McGraw,
the detective Laura hired." |
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Trixie: "If Mr. Lytell had two thousand
dollars in cash in the back room of his store, imagine how much more
he must have in the bank!" Honey: "He might not have anything in
the bank." |
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She (Di), like Trixie, was not partial
to hot weather. |
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Laura: "I major in
English at Columbia University. My father wanted me to major in business,
but I don't
have much of a talent for it. I love to read though." Di: "I wish
I did." |
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Trixie: "How come
an English major from Columbia University doesn't recognize Shakespeare
when she hears
it?" |
| 109 |
She (Trixie) saw a small, battered
green car make a fast turn and pull off quickly down the road. |
| 114 |
In the Belden household, bedrooms were
considered private territory. Barging in unannounced was forbidden. |
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Trixie: "This is that
dumb boy's magazine that Uncle Mart still gives you a subscription
to every Christmas." |
| 119 |
Mart: "Need I remind you that our parents
are, shall we say, fiscally conservative. My profit is guaranteed!" |
| 120 |
Mart: "We can't expect Dad to pick
up the whole tab (college) for all four of us." |
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Mart: "I don't want
to just go to school and study agriculture on Dad's money, then become
a teacher using
Jim's. He's contributing his whole inheritance to the project. I
want to contribute something, too." |
| 127 |
Trixie: I wonder
if Honey and I will have to move to a big city when we set up the
Belden-Wheeler
Detective
Agency. I know we'll have to live in a bigger town while we're in
college. I'd rather stay right here, but I guess becoming a full-fledged
detective is more important. |
| 142 |
Trixie: "You know how much I'd been
looking forward to helping a real detective solve a case. But if
he doesn't want our help - and I'm convinced he doesn't - then that's
that. I won't even think about this case if I can help it." Honey: "We've never walked away from a mystery before, not even when everyone
told us it was useless for us to try to solve it." |
| 143 |
She (Trixie) now realized that there
was something about the woman (Laura) that she just plain didn't
like - something that ran deeper than her feelings of jealousy over
Jim's attention. |
| 146 |
"My name is Burt Anderson. I represent
the Census Bureau." Trixie: "My father is Peter Belden. He's thirty-nine." |
| 147 |
Trixie: "My mother's
name is Helen. She's thirty-seven. Brian is the oldest. He's seventeen.
Martin is
fifteen. I'm fourteen. Robert is the youngest. He's six." |
| 150 |
The car in which the census taker was
driving away - it was the same small, green car she'd seen twice
before! |
| 161 |
McGraw: "Seven days at two hundred
a day is fourteen hundred dollars right there. Plus expenses." |
| 165 |
Honey: "Mr. McGraw
is a professional detective. He's been involved in a lot of mysteries.
If he jumps
to a conclusion, it's probably because his experience tells him it's
the right one." Trixie: "We've been in a lot
of mysteries, too, and I'd say what we've learned is that jumping
to conclusions is exactly the wrong thing to do." |
| 174 |
Mr. Belden: "The people at this Carlson
Company are more intelligent than you (Mart) are when it comes to
deception. I think you can pride yourself on seeing through the scheme
as soon as you did." |
| 190 |
Trixie: "I went into
Laura's room to get Mr. McGraw's card. The room was empty! The clothes
you'd lent
her and everything else were gone. I'd surprised her on the phone
in the library right after dinner. She called somebody 'darling'
and said she'd see him soon. She told me it was her father's secretary,
but I didn't believe it." |
| 193 |
Laura: "This whole
con has been a bust from the beginning. We should have tapped the
Wheelers, like
we'd
planned." McGraw: "Wheeler was no good. He's gone too much. And he's
too smart. But all those rumors said Lytell had plenty of money stashed
- and that he was dumb enough to fall for a con like ours." Laura: "If it was so perfect, why are we leaving town with three lousy grand?" |
| 195 |
Trixie wrenched herself free and bent
low at the waist to keep her arm out of reach while she pulled her
leg back as far as it would go and brought it forward with a powerful
jerk |
| 196 |
Honey: "I let the air out of their
tires!" |
| 197 |
Inside, they found the store owner
tied and gagged. |
| 199 |
Trixie looked in the direction the
sergeant indicated and was astonished to see the young census taker.
Mr. Anderson: "I am a detective. I was hired by a man who had been
the victim of a con job. He wanted me to find the two people who
bilked him out of ten thousand dollars." |
| 200 |
Trixie: "You don't look like a detective."
Anderson: "That's another thing that makes me a good detective." |
| 201 |
Trixie: "They must
have known that he (Lytell) rides along Glen Road every noon, so
they planted the wallet there for him to find." |
| 206 |
Sgt. Molinson: "A
false alarm is exactly what the desk sergeant thought it was. He
wasn't going to send a
squad car out at all, since you hadn't given your name and address.
I hesitated for a moment; I was off duty, and I just wanted to get
home to my easy chair. Then I thought of all those lectures I'd given
you Bob-Whites about reporting things to the police." |
| 208 |
Mr. Lytell: "What I have saved for
a rainy day doesn't seem like very much these days. A man's plans
change sometimes, too." |
| 209 |
Trixie: "Maybe Mr.
Anderson's client will give you a reward, Mr. Lytell. Would that
help your change of
plans?" Anderson: "I don't believe my client
is offering a reward. It seems to me that you (Lytell) are the one
who should be rewarding them." |
| 210 |
Jim: "Honey's right.
We don't want a thing." Trixie: "I do." Of
all the Bob-Whites, Trixie was usually the most generous and the
least willing to accept any sort of payment for her services. Trixie: "What I want is for you to buy a whole case of strawberry pop." |