“We enjoyed helping,” Jessie said.
“Yes. We’re having a little party tomorrow night,” Pete explained. “We’ve invited the museum members and also the press. And of course you all must come.”
“We’ll be there!” Henry said.
“I have one more job for you to do,” Pete said. “Would you call the local newspapers and remind them to come to the opening?”
“Why do you invite them?” Benny asked.
“They’ll write articles about the exhibit in their newspapers,” Pete explained. “When people read them, they’ll want to come see for themselves. That’s how we’ll make sure we get lots of visitors for the exhibit.”
“We’d be happy to call,” said Henry.
“Great,” Pete said. “The list of names and numbers is in my office. You can sit there and use my phone while I get some lunch.”
“Okay,” said Benny. “As long as you bring some back for us!”
CHAPTER 9
A Scary Surprise
The Aldens used Pete’s office to make their phone calls.
Henry had already spoken to a man at the local television news station. Now he was calling the local radio station. “Hello, I’m calling from the Greenfield Museum,” Henry said, just as Pete had told him to. “I wanted to remind you about the opening tomorrow night of our latest exhibit, ‘Enter the Mummy’s Tomb.’”
“We’ll have someone there to cover it,” said the man on the other end.
“Great,” said Henry, hanging up the phone. Jessie checked the radio station off her list.
“Next is the Greenfield Daily News,the local paper,” said Jessie. “The number is 555-6444.”
Henry dialed and listened to the phone ring a few times. Then a woman answered.
“Hello, Greenfield Daily News” she said. “Can I help you?”
“Hello,” Henry said. “I’m calling from the Greenfield Museum to remind you of our opening tomorrow night.”
“‘Enter the Mummy’s Tomb,’” said the woman. “Don’t worry, we’ll definitely send a reporter and a photographer.”
“Yes, thank you,” he said, sounding puzzled. He hung up the phone.
“What’s the matter, Henry?” Benny asked.
“That was strange,” he said.
“Why? What did they say at the newspaper office?” Violet asked.
“It wasn’t what the woman said,” Henry said slowly. “It was her voice. It sounded so familiar.”
“Maybe it was some friend of Grandfather’s,” Benny suggested.
“Maybe,” said Henry, puzzled.
“Anyway, we have a few more names to call,” Jessie reminded him.
The children were finishing the phone calls when Dr. Snood came in.
“Where’s Pete?” he asked.
“He’s getting lunch,” Jessie said. “He asked us to make some phone calls about the opening.”
Dr. Snood turned and started to leave. He called over his shoulder, “Does Dr. Dickerson have everything ready?”
“Yes, she does,” Henry said.
Dr. Snood stopped abruptly and turned around. He looked at Henry strangely. “She?” he repeated. “Sam Dickerson is a woman?”
“Haven’t you met her?” Jessie asked.
Dr. Snood shook his head. “I’ve been so busy the past two weeks. Whenever I’ve gone up there, Dr. Dickerson hasn’t been in. Pete scheduled a meeting for the three of us and ...” He paused and then said awkwardly, “she couldn’t come. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I saw the exhibit and it looks excellent.” He walked slowly out of Pete’s office.
“That’s weird he never even met her,” said Violet.
“Well, Sam did keep some pretty strange hours,” Jessie pointed out as she placed the list on Pete’s desk. “She’d come in late, leave all of a sudden, you know.”
The Aldens left the office and went back upstairs. As they entered the prep room, Sam was there, talking on the phone. “Oh, you’ll love this little cat,” she was saying to the person on the other end. When she saw the children, she quickly stopped talking. “I’ll speak to you later.”
She hung up the phone.
“I was telling my friend about the new kitten I just got,” Sam explained.
“Another one?” Jessie said.
“I couldn’t resist,” said Sam. She picked up her bag and put it over her shoulder. “Everything’s ready for tomorrow. I’m heading home now.”
“Hey, wait a minute,” Benny said, noticing the coffin at the back of the room. “What about the mummy? Isn’t that going to be part of the exhibit?”
“Of course,” Sam said. “Well move the coffin in tomorrow and open the lid. See you tomorrow at seven. Lock up when you go.” She headed off down the hall.
The Aldens picked up their backpacks. “Well, tomorrow’s the day,” Jessie said, “and the exhibit’s all ready.”
“Looks like we beat the mummy’s curse!” Henry said, giving Benny a playful punch on the shoulder.
Before he left, Benny took one last look around the prep room. At the back of the room was the brightly painted coffin. Benny walked over and gently placed his fingers on the edge of the lid, which was shut tight.
“Good night, mummy,” Benny whispered. “Tomorrow’s your big day.”
The next day, the Aldens were at home eating lunch when Benny said, “I can’t wait until tonight to see the opening of the exhibit.”
“I just hope nothing else goes wrong,” said Violet.
“Maybe we could just stop in and see if they need any last-minute help,” Jessie said.
The Aldens hiked over to the museum. When they arrived, they found Pete and Dr. Snood in the lobby. Pete was standing beside a pair of signs that read:
Enter the Mummy’s Tomb
Upstairs Exhibit Hall
Opening at 7:00 This Evening
By Invitation Only
The signs were mounted on sturdy metal stands. With them was a pair of metal poles linked by a red velvet rope.
“Hello!” Pete said when he saw the children. Dr. Snood said nothing.
“Any last-minute jobs you need done?” Henry asked.
“None that I can think of,” said Pete. He looked at Dr. Snood, who shook his head. “Sam isn’t coming in until later, and we haven’t even gone upstairs yet.” Pete placed one of the signs in the center of the lobby, next to the main desk. He stood back to see how it looked.
Then he turned to the Aldens. “Actually, there is something. Can you put these up in front of the entrance upstairs so no one will go in until tonight?” He motioned to the sign and velvet rope.
“We’d be happy to,” Henry said, picking up the sign.
Jessie and Violet each took one of the metal poles. They walked slowly upstairs.
As they came down the hall, they could see that both the prep room and the exhibit hall were dark and deserted.
But when they reached the prep room, they stopped short.
Something was wrong.
The door of the prep room was open. The children had locked the door before they’d left the night before. Who would have opened it? Pete had said Sam wasn’t in yet, and he and Dr. Snood hadn’t been upstairs that morning. The only other person who would have a key was the security guard, and she had no reason to go in there.
Had someone broken into the prep room?
The children looked at each other silently. “What’s going on?” Henry said quietly.
Jessie shrugged her shoulders.
“Hello?” Henry called, slowly pushing the door open farther. The door creaked as it slowly swung open.
The Aldens peered into the dark room. Everything looked just as they had left it the evening before. Sam’s papers were stacked neatly on her desk. Her chair was pushed in underneath. The coffin was still at the back of the room.
Jessie bent down and studied the lock on the door.
At last Violet asked what they were all wondering. “Did someone break in?”
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?Looks that way,” Henry said. “We locked the door last night, so whoever it was must have picked the lock.”
“Wait a minute,” Jessie said suddenly. “If someone was trying to get in, they’d pick the lock from the outside, right?” she asked.
“They’d have to,” said Henry.
“Well, look at these scratch marks.” The children bent and looked where Jessie was pointing.
“So?” Benny asked.
“If someone was trying to get in, he or she would be on the outside of the door, right?” Jessie asked. “But the scratches are on the inside.”
“So this lock was picked from the inside,” Henry said.
“So that means ...” Violet began.
“Someone was trying to break out,” said Jessie.
The children looked back into the room. They looked all the way down to the other end where the coffin lay. And then they noticed something they hadn’t noticed before.
Something even more frightening than the picked lock.
The lid of the coffin was open.
CHAPTER 10
The Truth Comes Out
“It was the mummy!” Benny cried. “It escaped!”
The lid of the coffin wasn’t completely open, but it was pushed back several inches. It definitely was not the way it had been left the night before.
From across the room, it was too dark to see if the mummy was still inside.
“That’s ridiculous, Benny,” said Jessie. But she didn’t sound sure.
“Then who was it?” asked Benny.
“I don’t know,” said Jessie. “But it wasn’t the mummy. The mummy has been dead for thousands of years.”
“Come on, let’s go take a closer look,” Henry said.
The children began walking slowly to the other end of the dark room. They didn’t take their eyes off the coffin. Benny lagged behind, afraid of what they might find—or not find—when they got there.
The coffin was exactly where it had always been, its painted designs visible even in the dim light. When they’d crossed the room, the children stood a few feet away, just looking at it.
They knew the mummy couldn’t get up and move. They knew, as Jessie said, that it had been dead for thousands of years. But in the darkness, with the lid of the coffin slightly open, somehow anything seemed possible.
Henry took a few steps closer.
He was trying to peer inside the gap left where the lid had been pushed back. But the light was so dim that it was hard to see.
“Is the mummy still there?” Benny asked nervously.
“Yes, I think so,” Henry said, squinting and moving closer.
“This is silly,” Jessie said at last. She walked quickly back to the door and switched on the light.
Henry stepped up to the coffin and looked in. He could see the magnificent death mask peering up at him from inside the coffin. “Yes, there it is,” he said, breaking into a smile.
The others breathed a sigh of relief and moved closer to see for themselves.
“There’s something else in there, too!” Benny cried, pointing in the coffin.
The other children peered in. There was a large, straw bag tucked in next to the mummy.
“That’s Sam’s bag,” Violet said. “What’s it doing in there?”
Benny looked inside. All he saw inside was a brown-paper bundle. He put it up on the table. Before Henry could stop him, Benny had begun unwrapping it.
“I don’t think you should—” Henry began. But he stopped speaking when he saw what was in the package. “I don’t believe it!” he said.
“It’s the missing gold cat,” Benny said.
The children looked at each other, speechless.
“I’ll go get Pete,” Jessie said, walking toward the door.
A few moments later, Jessie returned with Pete—and Dr. Snood.
Jessie showed them the lock on the door. “See, here are the scratches.”
The two men studied it. “This was definitely picked from the inside,” Dr. Snood agreed. “Just as you said.”
Then they walked to the back of the room and looked at the open coffin. “You children didn’t open this?” Dr. Snood asked.
The children all shook their heads.
“Help me,” Dr. Snood said to Pete. Together they lifted the lid off and placed it gently on the table. Then they both walked slowly around the coffin, examining the mummy and the death mask.
“I don’t know why someone opened the coffin, but fortunately the mummy doesn’t appear to be damaged,” Dr. Snood said at last. He sounded relieved.
“There’s something else,” Henry said.
Dr. Snood looked up from the mummy. “What is it?”
Henry motioned to the gold cat. “We just found this—in Sam’s bag,” said Henry.
Dr. Snood picked up the statue. “In her bag, you say?” He strode over to Sam’s desk. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I think it’s time I had a word with Dr. Dickerson.” He picked up the telephone.
“No,” Jessie said.
Dr. Snood spun around in surprise.
“I mean, please let me call,” said Jessie quickly. “I have a plan.”
Dr. Snood looked at her for a moment and then nodded. “All right,” he said.
Jessie picked up the phone and dialed Sam’s number. She looked nervous. “Hello, Sam,” she said after a moment. “It’s Jessie, at the museum. Pete asked me to give you a call. He needs to see you.”
She listened for a moment before she spoke again. “I don’t know, he didn’t say. He just asked that you come right away.”
Again she listened, then said, “No, Dr. Snood is out at a meeting.”
At last Jessie smiled. “All right, we’ll see you soon.”
She hung up the phone.
“Why did you tell her that—about Pete asking you to call and Dr. Snood being out?” Henry asked.
“I know it isn’t right to lie,” Jessie said. “But I didn’t think Sam would come if she knew Dr. Snood wanted to see her. I’ve noticed that she’s always avoiding him.”
“That does seem to be true,” Dr. Snood agreed.
“I guess you might say I’ve ... set a trap,” Jessie said.
“Very smart, young lady,” Dr. Snood admitted.
Jessie smiled and felt her cheeks turning pink.
Pete grinned. “I told you these kids were good.”
“I have a question,” said Henry. “Has Sam told either of you about the pieces missing from the exhibit?”
“What?” the two men said. They looked at each other and then back at the children.
“Pieces missing?” asked Pete. “I’ve heard nothing of the kind.”
“Neither have I,” said Dr. Snood.
“We noticed some pieces missing, like a small baboon sculpture, and the little blue hippo, and a flute, and this gold cat. Sam said she had told you,” said Jessie.
“No one said anything to me,” Dr. Snood said. He seemed to be straining to remain calm. “When Dr. Dickerson comes, we’ll get to the bottom of this. Pete and I will wait in here until she comes,” Dr. Snood said, stepping into the exhibit hall.
When the two men had gone, Violet said sadly, “I hate to think that she’s the one who’s been stealing the pieces all along. She’s so nice.”
“I agree,” said Jessie. “But she could still be a thief.”
The Aldens waited for Sam to come. No one felt much like talking. The only sound was the clock ticking on the wall.
Finally, the children heard footsteps in the hallway. “That must be her now,” Jessie whispered.
The footsteps came closer, and then Sam stood in the doorway. “What’s the matter?” she asked.
Then she spotted the statue on the table. “What’s this doing in here? I put this—” She stopped abruptly as Dr. Snood stepped into the room, with Pete behind him.
For a moment, Sam and Dr. Snood just looked at each other.
Then a slow smile spread across Dr. Snood’s face.
It was not a happy smile. Instead, he looked very, very angry.
Sam sighed heavily and looked at the ground.
“So it’s you,” Dr. Snood said, his voice tight. “Even under all that red hair, I’d recognize you anywhere. I hoped I’d never see you again.”
“Hello, Reggie,” Sam said.
“What’s going on?” asked Benny.
Dr. Snood turned to the children. “We’ve found our thief,” he said. “Her name is Samantha Peters.”
“It was,” said Sam. “I’ve married. Now I’m Samantha Dickerson.”
“You two know each other?” Pete asked.
“Yes,” said Dr. Snood. “Dr. Peters—or Dr. Dickerson, if you prefer—was my partner many years ago, before I became the director here. We were digging in an Egyptian tomb. She was a brilliant Egyptologist, and everything was going well. Until I realized I could never work with her again.”
“Why?” asked Benny.
“Shall I tell them?” Dr. Snood asked Sam.
She looked away, refusing to answer.
Dr. Snood turned back to the children. “She suggested we might take a few ‘souvenirs’ from the dig—small statues to keep for ourselves or sell. I told her, definitely not. But it sounds as if that’s exactly what she’s been doing here.”
“Is it?” Violet asked Sam in a soft voice.
Sam was looking at the floor. She sighed again. At last she looked up at the faces of the children. Her face looked sad and tired. “Yes, I have,” she admitted at last. “When Pete asked me to run this exhibit, I was very happy. I haven’t been making much money lately. I thought I’d be able to pocket a few pieces and make some quick cash. I was planning to sell them to a rich collector I know.”
“That’s who you were talking to on the phone about a cat, wasn’t it?” asked Jessie.
“Yes,” Sam said. “When I found out that Dr. Snood was the director here, I was afraid he’d catch me. So I had my hair curled and dyed red. I went by my married name and called myself Sam so people would assume I was a man. Unless they met me, of course.”
“So that’s why you’ve been avoiding Dr. Snood,” Jessie said.