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were instantly curious. “Don’t keep us in the dark, Jessie,” Henry pleaded. “What’s going on?”
    “Well, maybe this is just a weird coincidence,” Jessie began, “but I just found Troll Avenue on the map!”
    “What?” Henry blinked in surprise.
    As they crowded around, Jessie pointed a finger. “It’s right here in the Fremont neighborhood.”
    Henry studied the map closely. “You’re right, Jessie,” he said. “And Troll Avenue leads under the Aurora Bridge.”
    Violet pressed her hands against her cheeks. “I can’t believe it!”
    “Then … that means—” began Benny.
    Henry cut in. “It means the troll must be under the Aurora Bridge!”
    “Now we’re getting somewhere!” Benny rubbed his hands together.
    “We can’t be sure,” said Jessie. “But it’s worth checking out.”
    Benny was already halfway to the door. “What are we waiting for?”
    “Daylight,” Henry said with a laugh. “It’s late, Benny. Remember?”
    Benny looked over at the darkened window. “Oh, right!”
    “I vote we get a good night’s sleep,” Henry said in the middle of a yawn.
    “Good idea,” said Jessie. “Tomorrow we have a date with a troll!”

CHAPTER 8
In Search of a Troll
    “Can you believe it?” Jessie couldn’t help laughing. “There might really be a troll under a bridge!” She couldn’t get over it.
    The four children were up bright and early the next morning. They were talking about the mystery while they made breakfast.
    Benny placed napkins around the table. “I wonder what message it’s guarding.”
    “We’ll find out soon,” said Henry, who was standing at the stove. “We’ll head over to the bridge after we eat.”
    “I wish Grandfather had joined us for breakfast,” said Violet, when they sat down at the table. “He hasn’t had a chance to see the photographs yet.” She reached for the envelope of photos on the table. “There was one that turned out especially well.”
    “You mean the one of the bald eagle?” asked Henry, swallowing a mouthful of eggs. “That was my favorite.”
    Violet shook her head. “No, I mean the one with Benny sleeping on the ferry.” She looked through the envelope. “Here it is.” She held it out to Henry. “Benny looks so cute with his head on Grandfather’s lap.”
    Henry couldn’t help smiling. “You were lost in dreamland, Benny,” he said. Then his eyebrows suddenly furrowed. “Take a look at the man in this photo. The one sitting at the back of the ferry.”
    The others pushed back their chairs and went to look over Henry’s shoulder.
    Jessie’s eyes widened as she looked from the photo to Henry and back again. “That can’t be Uncle Andy, can it?”
    “Where?” Benny asked.
    Jessie tapped a finger, pointing to a man in the back row. He was sitting in the shadows, reading a newspaper.
    “It does look a lot like Uncle Andy,” Violet had to admit.
    Henry nodded. “Enough like him to be his twin brother. At least, from a distance,” he quickly added.
    “It is Uncle Andy,” declared Benny. He sounded very sure.
    Violet’s lips curled up into a smile. “It can’t be, Benny. Uncle Andy’s in Connecticut.”
    “Besides,” put in Jessie, glancing down at the photo, “it’s hard to tell what this man really looks like. After all, he’s half-hidden by a newspaper.”
    Henry shrugged. “I guess we’ll have to chalk it up to another look-alike sighting.”
    Violet giggled as she sat down again. “I guess it was your turn to see a double, Henry.”
    With that, the four Alden children finished breakfast. After leaving the kitchen spick-and-span, Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny headed down to the lobby.
    “Hi, kids!” Toby called out to them. “Where are you off to today?”
    Jessie didn’t want to lie, but she didn’t trust the hotel clerk with the truth. “Oh, we’d thought we’d take a look around the Fremont neighborhood.”
    “Well, that’s quite a distance to walk,” Toby informed them.