said. âHe wasnât carrying anything when we saw him. So itâs
still
down there. Come on!â Tessa jumped to her feet, but at the same time, Granny came in and said we should go wash up.
âGranny,â Tessa announced, âthere is an emergency. I am afraid we will have to delay dinner.â
Granny was not impressed. âAnd what is this so-called emergency?â
âNate stole Colonel Michaelsâs baton and hid it,â Tessa said. âAnd now Cammie and I must go and get it back.â
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
GRANNYâS answer was dead silence.
Not a good sign.
Finally, Tessa said, âAre you angry at Nate?â
âNo,â Granny said.
âAre you angry at us?â
âYes,â Granny said.
And then she let us have it. âYou girls have been out to get that boy since we moved into the White House. His behavior hasnât been perfect, goodness knows. But I can hardly blame him if he feels ganged up on.â
Unlike me, Tessa is not a wimp. If someone gets mad at her, she gets mad back. âIn my opinionââshe put her hands on her hipsââNate stole that baton.â
âAnd in
my
opinion . . .â Grannyâs hands were on her hips, too. â
You
are full of prunes, Tessa Parks! Your cousinâmy grandsonâis not a thief. And that is the last I want to hear on the subject. Understood?â She looked at Tessa first, then me.
We looked at our shoes. âUnderstood,â we said meekly.
And we also understood that there would be no more detecting that night.
Dinner was not so fun. Granny didnât once crack a smile, and Tessa and I were half afraid to talk. Besides the fancy Italian noodles, the only good thing was that Nate didnât eat with us. According to Granny, he was having some kind of an extra piano lesson.
An extra piano lesson?
Here in America in the twenty-first century, I am one of two kids my age who does not have a phone.
Nate is the other.
Supposedly, we are too young. And all the excellent arguments about why we need them (like being the only person without one is ruining my social life!!!) do not convince our parents.
Nate and Aunt Jen have their own family phone upstairs. People call me on our familyâs phone. Usually when it rings for me, itâs Courtney. But that night it wasnât.
âCameron? This is Colonel Michaels. How are you?â
I was sitting on the floor doing homework. Picturing Colonel Michaels, I sat up straight. âFine, sir, how are you?â
âVery well, thank you. I was just wondering whether youâve had any success with the baton.â
Tessa was sitting beside me. Granny was in a chair across the room. There was a book in her lap, but I knew she was listening. If I mentioned Nate, sheâd go ballistic.
âNot exactly success,â I said. âBut today we interviewed witnesses and applied logic.â
âAh,â said Colonel Michaels.
âAnd, tomorrow, uh . . .â I looked at Tessa for help, but she shrugged and shook her head. âWell, tomorrow . . . our plan is to find it once and for all.â
âSplendid,â said Colonel Michaels. âThen perhaps you could meet me just prior to the concert? And bring the baton with you.â
What I said was, âNo problem,â but what I thought was,
I hope
.
Mom still hadnât come upstairs when we went to bed, so once again, Granny said good night. She had barely closed the door when Tessa rolled over. âItâs in the Blue Room!â
I wasnât so sure. But I didnât have a better idea. âThe three color rooms connect,â I reminded her. âNate could have been in Red or Green for all we know.â
âYouâre right,â said Tessa. âHow about this? Pretend youâre Nate on the state floor on Tuesday. You need a good hiding place in a hurry. Where do you go?â
I didnât have