Gertrude Warner - The Comic Book Mystery

Created by Gertrude Chandler Warner

Illustrated by Hodges Soileau

ALBERT WHITMAN & Company, Chicago

Six-year-old Benny Alden put down the Captain Fantastic comic book with a satisfied sigh.

That was cool, he said. Especially when Captain Fantastic jumped over a building to catch the bad guys.

It was a good story wasnt it? said ten-year-old Violet. They had read the comic together.

Jessie, who was twelve, glanced out the window of the boxcar.

Its stopped raining, she said.

Lets ride our bikes downtown and see if the new issue of Captain Fantastic is out yet, Henry suggested.

The boxcar was a great place to spend a rainy afternoon, but the Alden children were glad to be outside.

When their parents had died and they had no home, Benny, Jessie, Violet, and Henry had lived in the abandoned boxcar in the woods. But then Grandfather Alden found them and took them to his big house in Greenfield. Grandfather had the boxcar towed to the backyard so the kids could use it as a clubhouse.

Now the Boxcar Children rolled their bikes out of the garage and pedaled to the town square. They locked their bikes in the rack and walked into a small shop called Comic World.

Hello, said a young man who was chewing gum. What can I do for you?

Is the new Captain Fantastic here yet? asked Benny.

Just came in yesterday, replied the clerk, putting the comic on the counter.

As the oldest, fourteen-year-old Henry carried their pooled allowances. He paid for the comic and gave it to Benny.

Need any back issues? the young man inquired. Comic World sells used comics as well as new ones.

We have every issue except one, Jessie said. She kept their collection organized by issue number.

The clerk nodded. I bet I know which one youre missing. Number nine, right?

How did you know? asked Violet. She liked comics for the art. She was thinking about becoming an artist someday.

Theres a mistake in Captain Fantastic number nine, said the clerk, popping his gum. You know that purple suit and green cape he always wears? Well, in the second story of number nine, the cape is orange.

The young man leaned on the counter. The mistake makes it valuable. Collectors are hanging on to it. They dont bring it here to trade or sell.

Will we ever find that comic? Henry said. Wed like to have a complete collection.

Its not impossible to find number nine, the clerk answered. Theres an antiques show across town in the Greenfield Center. Some out-of-town comic book dealers are there. You might get lucky.

The Aldens thanked the clerk, then went outside. Henry said, The Greenfield Center isnt far. Lets ride over.

The huge community building was packed with booths and dealers selling old furniture, paintings, lamps, rugs, coins, dishes, and books. Crowds of people escaping the rainy day clogged the aisles.

Wow! said Jessie. Its like a bunch of little stores in one big store.

Violet spotted a display of old comics at a nearby booth.

Lets try there, she said.

At that moment, a familiar figure turned away from the booth. He wore a purple suit with a green cape and a black eye-mask.

Captain Fantastic! Benny exclaimed. Hes real! No, wait. He walks too slowly and he doesnt have any muscles.

Its a regular person dressed in a Captain Fantastic suit, Jessie told him.

Without saying a word, the masked man handed her a flyer, then strolled down the aisle.

What does it say? asked Benny.

It says theres a meeting of the local Captain Fantastic Fan Club at the library this week, Jessie said. And something about a big comic con next weekend in Hartford. Whats a comic con?

I think its short for convention, Henry said. Comic book fans from all over the world will probably be there.

Ahead of them, the Captain Fantastic cruised the aisles, handing out flyers. He stopped briefly and spoke to a comic book dealer before hurrying off again.

Do you have Captain Fantastic issue number nine? Jessie asked the dealer.

The man shook his head. The fellow in the cape asked me the same thing. That particular issue is as scarce as hens teeth.

I didnt know chickens have teeth, said Benny.

Jessie giggled. They dont. Its an expression. It means the comic book is very hard to find.

The kids walked up and down each aisle, asking all the comic dealers if they had issue number nine. None did.

Look, theres another comic booth, said Violet, pointing. Over where that lady is standing.

The booth displaying racks of comics was half hidden in the corner. As the kids approached, a woman in jeans and boots was talking to the dealer intently.

I wonder if shes asking for number nine, too, Jessie said. So far we havent had any luck.

The woman looked up at the kids, then back at the bald-headed man behind the stand. She tossed her reddish blond hair, spun on a booted heel, and stalked away.

I dont suppose you have Captain Fantastic number nine, Henry asked without much hope.

As a matter of fact, I do, the dealer replied. From beneath the counter, he pulled out a plastic bag containing the comic.

Oh, boy! cried Benny. They had actually found it!

How much is it? Jessie asked.

Thirty dollars, the man replied. The plaque on his booth said his name was Al Conrad.

The kids stared at one another in disbelief. Thirty dollars for one comic book!

Henry was digging through his pockets. Uh weve only got twenty dollars

You seem like nice kids, said Al generously. Ill let you have it for twenty dollars. I like dealing with young fans.

Before Henry could count out the bills, the Captain Fantastic rushed up to the booth in a swirl of green cape.

Number nine! the costumed man exclaimed in a high-pitched voice. Al, I must have it for my collection!

Youre too late, Al told him. I just sold my only copy to these young people. You should have gotten here earlier.

I just now found your booth. Ill pay you double, the Captain Fantastic offered, his voice rising even higher.

Sorry, the dealer told him firmly. I sold it to them and I cant go back on my word.

The Captain Fantastic left, his shoulders sagging with disappointment.

I wish that guy could have found a copy, too, Benny said. He must really love Captain Fantastic, to go around in a suit like his.

Lots of fans wear costumes, Al said, slipping their purchase into a paper bag. And this comic does turn up from time to time. Im sure hell find one eventually. Would you like to sign up for my mailing list?

While Jessie filled out the Aldens address, Al added, He may find one at the comic con in Hartford this weekend. Thats a much bigger show. You should go.

I wish we could, said Violet wistfully. But we just spent our allowances for the next two weeks.

Theres the refreshment stand, said Henry, as they walked away. We dont have any money, but we can get a drink of water.

Benny was so excited he didnt even mind missing a snack. Can we look at our comic?

At a small table, Violet removed the comic from its protective plastic bag. As she did, a slip of paper fell to the floor. She bent to pick it up.

I guess this is our receipt, she said, then stared at the paper. No, its some kind of note.

What does it say? asked Jessie.

Violet turned the paper so they all could see. In strange lettering, the note read, Ill try to get orig. of #9. Sid.