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night when I had some research to do,” Mrs. Blackwell went on.
    â€œWhat kind of research?” asked Jessie. Mrs. Blackwell seemed a little friendlier than she had been before. Jessie hoped that meant she would answer the Aldens’ questions.
    â€œOh, just something for my work,” Mrs. Blackwell responded.
    â€œWere you working late last night?” Henry asked, remembering the light he’d seen.
    â€œNo, I go to bed early,” she answered. “I’m a morning person.”
    Violet and Henry exchanged glances. Now we know that was Mr. Blackwell at three in the morning , Henry thought. He didn’t mention the light, however, because he didn’t want Mrs. Blackwell to feel he was spying on her.
    â€œToday it would be great if you could unpack the pots and the dishes,” Mrs. Blackwell said, leading the way to the kitchen. “My husband and I are getting tired of eating take-out food.”
    In the kitchen, the boxes were stacked up against the cabinets and on the counters. There were large boxes filled with pots and pans and serving bowls, and smaller boxes of dishes, glasses, and silverware.
    â€œWhere would you like us to put everything?” Violet asked.
    â€œYou kids did such a good job in the library,” Mrs. Blackwell said. “Why don’t you arrange it the way you’d like.”
    â€œOkay!” said Jessie. She was pleased that Mrs. Blackwell trusted them with that responsibility.
    â€œWe’ll get right to work,” said Violet.
    As she was walking out, Mrs. Blackwell noticed a box with a red marking on the top. “This one doesn’t belong in here,” she said to herself.
    Jessie jumped at the opportunity to ask, “What does that marking mean anyway?”
    â€œI told you, those boxes are my husband’s,” Mrs. Blackwell said.
    â€œI was just wondering if that shape meant something,” Jessie said.
    â€œThat shape?” Mrs. Blackwell seemed to be considering something. After a few seconds she said, “No. Nothing.” As she turned to walk away, the phone rang. Mrs. Blackwell hesitated, then handed the box to Benny. “Could you take this to my husband, please? I’m going to answer that in the other room.” She turned quickly and walked out.
    Benny looked down at the box.
    â€œI’ll take that,” Jessie said. “Mrs. Blackwell said to be very careful with those.”
    â€œ I can be careful,” Benny told her. “She asked me to take it.”
    Before Jessie could stop him, Benny walked out with the box. Although the box was small, it was a heavy one. He groaned softly so the others wouldn’t hear and carried it to the back hall.
    When Benny reached the hallway, he stopped and put the box down. He shook out his arms, which were tired from carrying the heavy box. “Now where do these marked boxes go?” he said to himself.
    He looked down the hall. It was long, dark, and narrow. At the end was a closed door with a light glowing underneath. “That must be the place,” Benny said to himself. It didn’t look very welcoming.

    Benny took a deep breath and began to walk slowly down the hallway toward the door, wondering what he would find behind it. When he got to the end of the hallway, Benny set the box down again. He looked at the closed door in front of him. Then he knocked softly on the door. There was no response, so he knocked a little bit louder. Still no response.
    Benny cautiously tried the doorknob.
    The door creaked open, revealing a brightly lit room.
    A male voice called out angrily from within, “Please don’t come in!”
    â€œI’m sorry!” Benny said. He quickly shut the door. He hadn’t seen who the voice belonged to. Mr. Blackwell must have been on the other side of the room, behind the door.
    Benny had seen only one thing clearly before shutting the door. Next to the door was a large glass case.
    Inside the case was a