Encyclopedia Brown and the Case of the Treasure Hunt by Donald J. Sobol

The Case of the Masked Robber
    I n police stations across the United States, the same question was asked again and again.
    Why did every grown-up or child who broke the law in Idaville get caught?
    Idaville looked like an ordinary seaside town. It had clean beaches, two delicatessens, and three movie theaters. It had churches, a synagogue, four banks, and a Little League.
    What made Idaville different from anyplace in the world was a redbrick house on Rover Avenue. For there lived ten-year-old EncyclopediaBrown, America’s Sherlock Holmes in sneakers.
    Encyclopedia’s father was chief of police. When Chief Brown came up against a crime that he could not solve, he knew what to do. He put on his hat and went home to dinner.
    At the table, he told Encyclopedia the facts of the case. Usually Encyclopedia solved the mystery before dessert. If he needed a few extra minutes, his mother was disappointed.
    Chief Brown never told anyone the secret of his success. Who would believe him?
    Who would believe that the brains behind Idaville’s war on crime hadn’t yet raised the seat of his two-wheeler?
    Encyclopedia never let slip a word about the help he gave his father. He didn’t want to seem different from other fifth-graders.
    But he was stuck with his nickname. Only his parents and teachers called him by his real name, Leroy. Everyone else called him Encyclopedia.
    An encyclopedia is a book or a set of books filled with facts from
A
to Z. So was Encyclopedia’s head. He had read more books than anyone in Idaville, and he never forgot a word. His pals said he was better than a library forgetting answers. He was never closed.
    Tuesday evening, Chief Brown took his seat at the dinner table. He looked at his soup without picking up his spoon.
    Encyclopedia and his mother knew what that meant. He had a case he could not solve.
    “Tim Crandan was robbed in his home early today,” Chief Brown said. “The case is a puzzle.”
    “Tell Leroy about it, dear,” Mrs. Brown urged. “He’s never failed you.”
    Chief Brown nodded. He took a small notebook from the breast pocket of his uniform. Using his notes, he went over the case for Encyclopedia.
    “Shortly after sunrise,” Chief Brown said, “Mr. Crandan was awakened by noises in his living room. He surprised a robber.”
    “Who is Mr. Crandan?” Mrs. Brown asked.
    “For thirty years he taught tennis in Alabama. He retired last year and moved to Idaville,” Chief Brown answered.
    He looked back at his notes and continued.
    “Mr. Crandan saw a masked man making off with his three Chinese screens. The masked man pulled a gun and tied Mr. Crandan to a chair. Mr. Crandan watched through a windowas the robber loaded the screens into a station wagon and drove off.”
    “How valuable are the screens?” Mrs. Brown asked.
    “Each has six panels of ivory figures,” Chief Brown said. “Mr. Crandan has them insured for a huge amount of money.”
    “Aren’t there any clues?” Mrs. Brown inquired.
    “A good one,” Chief Brown said. “As Mr. Crandan entered the living room, the robber saw him and hurriedly put on a mask. He wasn’t quick enough. Mr. Crandan recognized him but was afraid to say anything. The robber might have used his gun if he thought he’d been recognized.”
    Mrs. Brown glanced at Encyclopedia as if expecting him to speak. The boy detective was not ready to ask his one question. Usually he needed to ask only one question to solve a case at the dinner table.
    So Mrs. Brown asked a question herself. “If Mr. Crandan knows who robbed him, why haven’t you made an arrest?”
    “Because,” replied Chief Brown, “the man he recognized is one of the Enright twins, Fred or Carl. They look exactly alike. Mr. Crandancouldn’t tell which twin was the robber.”
    “I don’t know the twins,” Mrs. Brown said. “What do they do?”
    “Fred Enright was a store clerk,” Chief Brown replied. “Carl Enright was a top professional tennis player for twenty years.