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Back at the diner, Maggie, Mr. Pin, and the taxi driver named Gus were all trying to explain to Smiling Sally what had happened when the two detectives had gone to buy diner stools from Uncle Otis.
âFirst it was spooky,â said Maggie. âThen it got really spooky. Then Uncle Otis showed up.â
âDid he help you find some nice stools for the diner, dear?â asked Smiling Sally, passing around fresh cinnamon rolls.
âHe didnât have a chance,â said Maggie. âYou see, that was when we found the gargoyle.â
âI donât think I really want a gargoyle,â said Sally.
âAnyway, it was broken,â said Maggie.
âOh dear,â said Sally. âWas it valuable?â
âCould be,â said Mr. Pin. âWe donât know yet. But that was when we heard footsteps.â
âFootsteps?â
âRight,â said Maggie. âAt first I thought it was a ghost. But it was really the thief who escaped in the elevator and took over a bus.â
âIt might be a thief,â corrected Mr. Pin.
âA ghost took over the bus?â asked Sally.
âNo, the gargoyle smasher,â said Maggie.
Mr. Pin was about to talk, but his beak was full of cinnamon roll.
âThatâs where I came in,â said Gus.
âOn the bus?â asked Sally.
âNo,â said Maggie. âGus helped us follow the bus to the river. But the bridge went up and the thief got away.â
âMightfft mbe a thmief,â said Mr. Pin. He tried to explain, but the cinnamon roll was making his beak stick together.
Suddenly the diner door swung open. It looked like the whole defensive line of the Chicago Bears had just walked in. But it was just Sergeant OâMalley, a large policeman who liked to eat in the diner.
âPin,â he roared. âWeâre going to need your help.â He strode over to a tray of cinnamon rolls and ate while he talked.
âThree gargoyles have fallen from buildings in this city, and the police are baffled.â
âBaffled?â asked Mr. Pin, dabbing his beak with a napkin.
âBaffled,â repeated OâMalley. âThese gargoyles didnât fall by themselves. So far, no one has gotten hurt. But it could be dangerous.â
âHmmmm,â said Mr. Pin. âSomeone in Chicago must not like gargoyles.â
âHowâs that?â
âSomeone broke a gargoyle today in my uncleâs warehouse,â put in Maggie.
âIs that right?â said OâMalley.
âLooks like thereâs a gargoyle problem in this city,â said Gus.
Mr. Pin nodded.
âOne more thing,â said OâMalley. âWe found a chocolate box near the scene of one of the crimes. Thought you might be interested.â
âChocolate is always interesting,â said Mr. Pin.
âThe chocolate box was empty, and there were no fingerprints. Here, take a look.â
âToo bad about the chocolate,â said Mr. Pin as he took the box with one wing.
âWeâre on the case,â said Maggie.
âThanks,â said OâMalley.
The sergeant left as suddenly as he had come in. Gus said he had to get back to his cab. That left Maggie to do her homework while Sally watched the diner. Mr. Pin went into his back room with the empty box of chocolate.
The penguin detective looked at the box closely. He held it up to his beak. Then, very carefully using tweezers, he removed what looked like a small speck of chocolate. He set the speck on a small glass slide and put it under a microscope. Cocking his head to one side, he adjusted the focus, then peered through the lens. Much to his surprise, he saw a secret message written in brown ink!
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It was foggy again the next morning, and Mr. Pin had to think. He sat alone on a stool in Smiling Sallyâs with a plate of chocolate-chip pancakes.
Someone was going around the city smashing gargoyles. But why? And why was there
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