“Because Mr. Munsey and I don’t get along,” he snapped. “We’re not friends. We don’t like each other.”
“Oh,” said Benny.
“Have you talked to Mr. Munsey lately?” asked Jessie.
“No,” said Dirk Grey, “and if I’m lucky, I’ll never have to talk to him again. We had very different ideas about what a museum should exhibit. Okay?”
He spun around and walked into the coffee shop.
The Aldens didn’t try to follow.
“I think he’s telling the truth now, at least about not liking Mr. Munsey,” said Violet.
“Yes,” said Jessie. “And since Mr. Munsey and Mr. Grey don’t like each other, it’s not very likely that Mr. Munsey told him about the quilts.”
“Well, I’m sure he was looking for Lina’s quilts that day at the yard sale,” said Violet, “even though I don’t think he knows very much about them.”
“It’s enough that he knows they’re valuable,” Henry said. “Coral said he only stopped working at the museum last week. Maybe he overheard something before he left.”
Jessie nodded. “Yes,” she said slowly.
“Well, it’s not Coral,” said Violet as they walked back to the shop. “We know why she was acting so strangely when we visited her. It was because she’d just found the old quilt pattern and wasn’t sure what to do.”
“That leaves Dirk Grey, Regina Lott, and Mr. Munsey,” said Henry.
“And the hidden treasure,” Benny added.
When the Aldens entered the shop, Lina was getting ready to leave. “Thank you again,” she told Coral.
Coral nodded. “I’m glad to give you another part of your great-great-aunt’s story — even if I did have to give up that quilt pattern.” She picked up her quilting and waved them toward the door. “I’d better get to work on this pillow cover if I ever want to finish it,” she said, and waved them out the door.
“Well, you’ve certainly helped me solve a mystery,” said Lina.
“We have?” asked Violet.
“Yes! I know what kind of wedding quilt Aunt Hope made. I know it had lots of green in it, to match her eyes. I even have the pattern for it,” said Lina. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have any of that.”
The Aldens were glad that they had helped Lina. But they knew the biggest mystery was yet to be solved.
“Let’s have some tea and cookies at my house to celebrate,” Lina went on.
“Okay,” said Benny promptly.
But the tea and cookies would have to wait. When they reached Lina’s house, two cars were parked out front.
“That’s Regina’s car,” said Jessie.
“And that’s Mr. Munsey on the porch,” said Benny.
“Regina’s on the porch, too,” reported Henry. “It looks like they’re arguing.”
The Aldens and Lina hopped out of the van and walked to the house.
“Why are you here?” Jessie blurted out.
“I drove up and saw this person snooping around the house. I thought she might be a burglar,” stated Mr. Munsey. “You’ve told a reporter about the quilts?”
“We didn’t tell her!” Benny said.
“Then who did?” demanded Mr. Munsey. “The more people who know about the quilts, the less safe it is for you to keep them in an old trunk in the attic!”
“But…” Benny began. He stopped when Violet squeezed his arm. He looked up and she put her finger to her lips. “Oh,” said Benny. He knew Violet was reminding him that where they’d hidden the quilts was a secret.
“I’m a reporter. I find things out. It’s my job,” Regina said. She glanced at Lina. “And I had an appointment with Lina.”
“No, you didn’t,” Lina said. “Not today. I told you to call first.”
“So what?” Regina hissed.
Mr. Munsey said, “It’s a good thing I decided to stop by here on my way home from the airport. Things are getting out of hand.”
“The airport?” Jessie asked.
“I’ve been at a conference in Canada,” said Mr. Munsey.
“When? When were you at the conference, I mean?” asked Jessie.
“Since last week. I left for it a
“Oh,” said Benny.
“Have you talked to Mr. Munsey lately?” asked Jessie.
“No,” said Dirk Grey, “and if I’m lucky, I’ll never have to talk to him again. We had very different ideas about what a museum should exhibit. Okay?”
He spun around and walked into the coffee shop.
The Aldens didn’t try to follow.
“I think he’s telling the truth now, at least about not liking Mr. Munsey,” said Violet.
“Yes,” said Jessie. “And since Mr. Munsey and Mr. Grey don’t like each other, it’s not very likely that Mr. Munsey told him about the quilts.”
“Well, I’m sure he was looking for Lina’s quilts that day at the yard sale,” said Violet, “even though I don’t think he knows very much about them.”
“It’s enough that he knows they’re valuable,” Henry said. “Coral said he only stopped working at the museum last week. Maybe he overheard something before he left.”
Jessie nodded. “Yes,” she said slowly.
“Well, it’s not Coral,” said Violet as they walked back to the shop. “We know why she was acting so strangely when we visited her. It was because she’d just found the old quilt pattern and wasn’t sure what to do.”
“That leaves Dirk Grey, Regina Lott, and Mr. Munsey,” said Henry.
“And the hidden treasure,” Benny added.
When the Aldens entered the shop, Lina was getting ready to leave. “Thank you again,” she told Coral.
Coral nodded. “I’m glad to give you another part of your great-great-aunt’s story — even if I did have to give up that quilt pattern.” She picked up her quilting and waved them toward the door. “I’d better get to work on this pillow cover if I ever want to finish it,” she said, and waved them out the door.
“Well, you’ve certainly helped me solve a mystery,” said Lina.
“We have?” asked Violet.
“Yes! I know what kind of wedding quilt Aunt Hope made. I know it had lots of green in it, to match her eyes. I even have the pattern for it,” said Lina. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have any of that.”
The Aldens were glad that they had helped Lina. But they knew the biggest mystery was yet to be solved.
“Let’s have some tea and cookies at my house to celebrate,” Lina went on.
“Okay,” said Benny promptly.
But the tea and cookies would have to wait. When they reached Lina’s house, two cars were parked out front.
“That’s Regina’s car,” said Jessie.
“And that’s Mr. Munsey on the porch,” said Benny.
“Regina’s on the porch, too,” reported Henry. “It looks like they’re arguing.”
The Aldens and Lina hopped out of the van and walked to the house.
“Why are you here?” Jessie blurted out.
“I drove up and saw this person snooping around the house. I thought she might be a burglar,” stated Mr. Munsey. “You’ve told a reporter about the quilts?”
“We didn’t tell her!” Benny said.
“Then who did?” demanded Mr. Munsey. “The more people who know about the quilts, the less safe it is for you to keep them in an old trunk in the attic!”
“But…” Benny began. He stopped when Violet squeezed his arm. He looked up and she put her finger to her lips. “Oh,” said Benny. He knew Violet was reminding him that where they’d hidden the quilts was a secret.
“I’m a reporter. I find things out. It’s my job,” Regina said. She glanced at Lina. “And I had an appointment with Lina.”
“No, you didn’t,” Lina said. “Not today. I told you to call first.”
“So what?” Regina hissed.
Mr. Munsey said, “It’s a good thing I decided to stop by here on my way home from the airport. Things are getting out of hand.”
“The airport?” Jessie asked.
“I’ve been at a conference in Canada,” said Mr. Munsey.
“When? When were you at the conference, I mean?” asked Jessie.
“Since last week. I left for it a
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