Parks!â
she said. âMy very own sister! It was
you
who let Humdinger out of his cage yesterday! And then you liedabout it, too. Not to mention youâre so dumb you kept the evidence.â
âTessa, youâre crazy,â I said. âI was right here with you when Humdinger got out, remember?â
Tessa said, âOh, yeah. . . . So if you didnât take the pink twisties off Humdingerâs cage, where did they come from?â
I had to think before I remembered picking them up that morning. I hadnât wanted Mr. Golley to get mad at us for littering. While I was explaining to Tessa, it hit me. âWait a second. Does that mean . . . ?â
My sister and I looked at each other.
âCammie,â Tessa said slowly, âI saw that my piggy bank was gone yesterdayâright after we came back from chasing Hooligan and Humdinger. Do you think thatâs when it disappeared?â
âProbably.â
âSo what if all that running around downstairs and scaring the visitors was just a whatchamacallit,â she said, âyou know, when somebody distracts you on purpose so they can do something bad, like for example
steal the piggy bank right out of your laundry hamper
?â
âYou mean a diversion,â I said, and now my brain kicked into gear. âPlus, what about this? A certain somebody showed up awfully fast in the East Roomâalmost like he knew in advance weâd need help catching Humdinger.â
Tessa said, âOops.â
I said, âOops what?â
âOops, I guess that mightâve been my fault,â she explained. âI showed a certain person some of our shortcuts around the White House.â
âLike the kitchen stairs?â I said. And by now my mind was racing. âBecause
that
would explain the jelly bean stains, the ones on Hooliganâs face just now. He kept finding jelly beans when we were tracking. I think
somebody
must have dropped them when he was using the stairs.â
For a moment the only sound was the quiet of two brains working. I donât know about Tessa, but I was feeling pretty clever.
Then my brain ran into a massive roadblock.
âWait a sec. None of this makes any sense at all,â I said.
âWhy not?â
âItâs the same old problem. Nobody wouldâve stolen your piggy bank for two dollars and twelve cents. And nobody knew about the gold coin. I mean, thatâs what you told me before. You swore,â I reminded her.
âNobody did know!â Tessa insisted. âExcept . . .â
âExcept
what
?â
Tessa looked at her feet. âWell, except I mightâve told a certain braggy, annoying someone that I happened to find something really special out on the South Lawn where Hooligan had been digging,â she said. âBut I never said anything about gold.â
I wanted to yell at my sister, but anger would onlyhave burned up precious time and brain cells. âSo maybe this certain person wanted to know what special thing you had found?â I said. âAnd maybe you wouldnât tell him, and maybe he was going crazy with curiosity?â
Tessa looked at her shoes. âWell, yeah. Maybe.â
âAnd then he wouldâve decided to find out for himself by looking where everybody knows you hide your secret stuffâin your laundry hamper.â
Tessaâs shoes must have been really interesting. âYeah. Maybe.â
âSo when he found your bank, he took that, and finally had to break it to get at what was insideââ
âAnd thenââTessa finally looked upââat the museum, he found out the coin was worth a million dollars and panicked and got a tummyache, same as I did when I heard Wen Fei and Stephanie tell Professor Mudd theyâd found gold. But why did this someone hide the piggy bank pieces by burying them?â
âI think I know,â I said. âI mean,