The Mystery of the Star Ruby

  THE MYSTERY OF THE STAR RUBY

  Created by Gertrude Chandler Warner

  Illustrated by Hodges Soileau

  ALBERT WHITMAN & Company, Chicago

  Contents

  CHAPTER

  1 The Contest

  2 Mysterious Lights

  3 Jewels in the Dirt

  4 The Mixed-up Backpacks

  5 The Figure in White

  6 Jessie’s Treasure

  7 The Robbery

  8 Buried Treasure

  9 “This Is My Final Warning!”

  10 A Thief Among Us

  About the Author

  CHAPTER 1

  The Contest

  “I wish we didn’t have to go back to Greenfield,” said six-year-old Benny Alden.

  Violet turned from the front seat of the car. “Don’t you miss our house?” she asked her little brother.

  “And our boxcar?” put in Henry, sitting next to Benny.

  Jessie, who was twelve, knew how Benny felt.

  “The boxcar is important,” she said. “It’s where we lived before Grandfather found us. Benny just doesn’t want this vacation to end.”

  “We did have a great time camping in the mountains,” their grandfather, James Alden, agreed. “It seems a shame to leave the area so soon.”

  Benny became excited. “Does that mean we can stay longer?”

  Grandfather smiled at him in the rearview mirror.

  “We’ll see.”

  The Alden children looked at one another. They knew “we’ll see” often meant “okay.”

  As they drove along the Blue Ridge Parkway, Henry spotted a sign.

  “‘Ruby Hollow Gem Mine and Resort,’” he read aloud. “‘Rock Hounds Welcome.’”

  “A gem mine!” ten-year-old Violet exclaimed. “That sounds great! Can we go there?”

  “It does sound interesting,” said Grandfather. “We’ll check it out.”

  “Oh, boy!” Benny bounced in his seat. Then he asked, “What’s a rock hound? Is it a dog made of rocks?”

  Henry laughed. “A rock hound is someone who collects rocks and minerals.” At fourteen, Henry was used to answering Benny’s questions.

  They turned off the main highway, following signs that led them from one twisting road to another. Jessie worried they would never find the gem mine—or their way out again!

  At last the thick woods parted to reveal a clearing. A large sign with a giant painted red jewel proclaimed they had arrived at Ruby Hollow.

  Grandfather followed the driveway into a crowded parking lot. They got out of the car and walked up a flower-lined path to a series of wooden buildings. At the main building, a man in a cowboy hat opened the entrance door and waved them inside.

  “Come in,” he said. “I’m Cecil Knight, the owner of Ruby Hollow. I hope you plan to stay because we have lots to do here. Besides the mine, we have hiking trails, a restaurant, a museum, and a gem-cutting shop. I’ve got two cabins and a room left in the main building.”

  “I didn’t realize so many people would be here,” said James Alden.

  Cecil Knight tapped a poster on the wall in the lobby. “They come for the annual gem contest. It lasts a week. The person who finds the largest ruby by the end of the week wins first place. You’re just in time to take part!”

  The children were looking at the framed photographs and newspaper clippings that hung on the wall. The pictures showed people holding red or blue stones. Some of the stones were pretty big.

  “What do you win in the contest?” asked Henry.

  “First place is a cash prize of one thousand dollars,” Mr. Knight replied. “Winners get their picture in the local paper. And our on-site jeweler will set the stone in the mounting of their choice. Solid gold, of course.”

  Benny pointed to a photograph of a boy holding what looked like a big blue marble.

  “Violet, will you take a picture of me with my marbles?” he said.

  Mr. Knight chuckled. “That’s not a marble, son. The boy in that photo was twelve years old. He found a 1,497-carat sapphire worth eleven thousand dollars.”

  The children gasped.

  “Grandfather, can we stay?” Benny asked eagerly. He wanted to start digging for gems right away.

  “I guess we’ll need those cabins and that room,” Grandfather told Mr. Knight. “The children will take the cabins. I’ll stay in the main building.”

  “Come back to my office.” Mr. Knight led the way down a short hall.

  Knotty-pine paneled walls were crowded with more photographs. But these pictures were older, in black and white instead of color.

  While Grandfather registered, Benny studied a photo of two boys standing by a big wooden wheel. One boy grinned into the camera, but the other slouched with his hands in his pockets, frowning.

  Once they were checked in, Mr. Knight explained some of the procedures.

  “There’s a five-dollar entry fee for each person, every day you work on the flume line,” he said. “Buckets range in price from five dollars each up to fifty dollars for a family-sized bucket. All our specialty buckets are guaranteed to produce gemstones.”

  Violet didn’t understand. “Don’t we go dig in the mine?”

  “Ruby Hollow Mine closed fifty years ago,” Mr. Knight told her. “What we do is bulldoze ore from the creek and around the mine. There are plenty of stones in this region! If you look carefully, you can actually find rubies along the roads.”

  “Wow!” said Benny. “Let’s go!”

  “When you’re ready, go down to the flume,” said Cecil Knight. “Someone down there will get you started.”

  “Let’s settle in first,” Grandfather said, taking the keys Mr. Knight handed him.

  As they walked back to the car, Grandfather pointed out the two empty cabins. “There’s Garnet. And the one two doors down is Mica.”

  “What funny names for cabins,” commented Jessie.

  “A garnet is a semiprecious gem,” said Henry, reading from a brochure. “And mica is a mineral. Why don’t Benny and I take Mica, and you girls can stay in Garnet.”

  After retrieving their luggage from the trunk, the children went to their cabins.

  Benny liked the one he was sharing with Henry. It had pine bunk beds and old-fashioned mining lamps hanging on the walls.

  “Top bunk is mine!” he claimed.

  “Okay,” said Henry. “I hope the girls aren’t unpacking. I want to start looking for rubies.”

  The girls did, too. They were waiting outside the boys’ cabin.

  “Here comes Grandfather,” said Jessie. “Can we hunt for rubies now?”

  James Alden glanced at the sun sinking behind the pines. “Well, it’s pretty late. But I’m just as eager as you are. Let’s go!”

  They walked down a trail marked FLUME. At the end was a booth. Grandfather paid the entry fees to the girl inside.

  “You get a complimentary bucket your first day,” she said, handing over a large bucket filled with dirt. “Good luck!”

  The flume was directly ahead of them. A waterwheel turned wooden paddles, supplying a steady stream of fresh creek water that flowed through a long, V-shaped wooden trough. People lined both sides of the trough, sifting dirt in mesh-screened trays.

  Near one end of the flume was a stack of mesh-bottomed trays.

  Grandfather scanned the brochure. “We each take one of these trays. Then we’ll go work on the flume.”

  “What’s a flume?” asked Benny.

  “That long wooden thing with water going through it,” answered Grandfather. “The waterwheel keeps the water moving so you can rinse the dirt.”

  Benny recognized the waterwheel as the wooden whe
el in the photograph in Mr. Knight’s office.

  The Aldens found places along the flume. People shifted to make room for them.

  A young man with sandy hair and glasses smiled at Benny.

  “Your first try at panning?” he asked.

  Benny nodded, holding up his tray. “I want to find the biggest ruby in the world.”

  The young man laughed. “Don’t we all. My name is Jonathan Merrill. I’ve been coming to Ruby Hollow every summer since I was in high school. I’m nearly out of college now, but I still like to come here.”

  Grandfather introduced himself. “These are my grandchildren—Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny. I’m afraid we’re all beginners.”

  “It’s a lot of fun,” said Jonathan. “I’ll give you some pointers. First, don’t put too much ore on your tray.” He scooped some dirt from the bucket and dumped it onto each tray.

  Benny wrinkled his nose. “How am I going to find a ruby in that mess?”

  “Here comes the fun part,” Jonathan told him. “Dip your tray into the water, then rinse. See? Some of the mud washes down the flume.”

  “But my tray is still muddy,” said Jessie.

  “You have to keep rinsing,” Jonathan instructed. “Rinse and then shift the rocks around. You have to do this until the water runs clear. Then you’ll be able to see the rocks that are left.”

  The Aldens rinsed and tilted their trays, letting the muddy dirt wash away.

  “Is this good enough?” Benny asked Jonathan.

  “Not yet. Keep rinsing.”

  After a while, Jonathan checked their trays. “Great! Now let’s see what you’ve got.” He sorted through the small stones in Violet’s tray first.

  “I don’t see any rubies,” she said. “All I see are a bunch of rocks.”

  “Rubies and sapphires don’t come out of the ground polished and cut like you see in jewelry stores,” Jonathan said. “They’re embedded in matrix, a rocky material. So they look like rocks at first.”

  Jessie peered into her own tray. “If they look like rocks, how will we ever know we found a ruby?”

  “There are clues to help you identify gems in the rough,” said Jonathan. “Visit the Ruby Hollow Gem Museum. There are displays to help you see what rubies and other gems look like with and without matrix.”

  “I can see there’s more to this than we thought,” Grandfather said with a laugh.

  “You’ll catch on fast.” Jonathan leaned over Grandfather’s tray and sorted swiftly through the stones. He held up a black rock. “This is obsidian.”

  “What do I have?” Benny asked.

  Jonathan examined the stones in Benny’s tray. He dropped a tiny stone into Benny’s palm.

  “Here’s a sapphire,” he said. “Nice going!”

  “A sapphire!” Benny cried.

  Jessie’s and Violet’s trays contained pretty chunks of pink quartz. Henry’s tray yielded a nice-sized garnet.

  “Not bad for your first day,” Jonathan pronounced.

  Benny put his sapphire in his pocket. “Rock-hunting makes me hungry!”

  Grandfather laughed. “Everything makes you hungry. But it is dinnertime.”

  “I’ll walk with you up to the restaurant,” said Jonathan. They all turned in their trays and washed up at the old-fashioned outdoor pump.

  The restaurant was inside the main building. Outside the entrance, the menu was written on a chalkboard. Guests dined family-style at the big pine tables.

  Jonathan and the Aldens sat down.

  They were soon joined by a woman around Grandfather’s age and a dark-haired man wearing sunglasses and a white cotton shirt.

  “I’m Sybil Finley,” the elderly woman at the table said. She wore a white oversized man’s shirt and carried a straw hat. “I saw Jonathan helping you on the flume.”

  “Is this your first day, too?” Benny wanted to know. He popped a hush puppy in his mouth, enjoying the crunchy sweetness of fried cornmeal and onion.

  Sybil grinned at him. “Not hardly. I’ve been a rock hound my whole life. I’ve been to every gem mine around. But I keep coming back to Ruby Hollow.”

  “What brings you back?” Grandfather asked.

  “Well, it’s the only mine that has star rubies,” replied Sybil. “And I also enjoy the contest.”

  “You might as well go home, Sybil,” the dark-haired man spoke up, pulling off his sunglasses. “I’m going to win that contest.”

  CHAPTER 2

  Mysterious Lights

  “How come you’re going to win?” Benny asked the man, who’d said his name was Donald Hodge. “The contest doesn’t end till Saturday”

  “Because I found a Papa Bear ruby” Donald said smugly “It’ll be a challenge for anyone to find a bigger stone.”

  He pulled a black velvet bag from his pocket and opened the drawstring. A large pinkish rock with red glints tumbled onto his place mat.

  Jonathan whistled. “Is that the stone you found in your last bucket today?”

  As Jonathan reached for the rock, Donald deftly scooped it up and dropped it back into the velvet bag. “Can’t touch my contest winner,” he said jokingly.

  “Like Benny said, the week’s not over,” Sybil reminded Donald. “Somebody could find a ruby in that class that’s bigger than yours, you know.”

  Cecil Knight came around with the coffeepot. “Coffee, anyone?” he asked.

  “I drink tea,” said Sybil. “But you know that, Cecil.”

  “I’ll send the waitress over with hot water,” Mr. Knight said. “Coffee, Mr. Hodge?”

  “Thanks,” said Donald. His napkin fell to the floor.

  Henry bent down to pick it up, but Donald planted his foot on the red-checked cloth.

  “I’ve got it,” he whispered hoarsely, bending down under the table.

  While Mr. Knight poured coffee into his cup, Donald took a long time to retrieve his napkin.

  Weird, thought Henry.

  “How did you all do on your first day?” Mr. Knight asked Grandfather.

  “I found a sapphire!” Benny exclaimed, pulling the small stone from his pocket.

  “Way to go!” said Mr. Knight. “A perfect Baby Bear.”

  Benny stared at his stone. “I thought it was a rock.”

  Mr. Knight laughed. “It is a rock, Benny. Let me explain the Ruby Hollow grading system. I use the Three Bears story to make it easy to remember. Any gem under fifteen carats is called a Baby Bear. A Mama Bear gem is fifteen to thirty carats, worth cutting for jewelry. And a Papa Bear is any gem over thirty carats.”

  “I didn’t know bears ate carrots,” said Benny, making them all laugh.

  “We’re not talking about the vegetable,” said Donald. “A carat is the unit used to measure gems. Just like your weight is measured in pounds.”

  “Good luck tomorrow. Give Mr. Hodge some competition,” Mr. Knight said, moving on to the next table.

  Violet had been thinking about the Three Bears story.

  “What about Goldilocks? Is there a Goldilocks size of ruby?”

  “There is a Goldilocks category,” said Jonathan. “It’s not a size, though, but a special kind of ruby. It’s called a star ruby.”

  “What’s so special about a star ruby?” Jessie wanted to know.

  “Regular rubies look like this.” Sybil leaned forward and held out her hand. A brilliant red stone glittered in a ring on her left hand. “But a star ruby has six rays, like the rays of the sun.”

  Jonathan pointed to Sybil’s ring. “See how the stone is cut so it catches the light? That’s called faceting. A star ruby is polished smooth so you can see the rays inside.”

  “Has anybody ever found a star ruby here?” asked Henry.

  “Only a few people,” Jonathan answered. “Ruby Hollow is the only mine in these mountains where you can find star rubies. I’ve been coming here for years and I’ve never found one.”

  “Neither have I,” added Sybil. “A star ruby is the only stone I don’t have in my c
ollection. I’d do anything to find one.” She gave a big sigh.

  “I’d love to pick up such an unusual gem, too,” said Jonathan. “For my fiancée’s engagement ring.”

  “Maybe we’ll all be lucky this week,” said Henry.

  “Mmmmm,” said Benny, waiting for Jessie to ladle gravy on his potatoes. “This is like eating at home.”

  Grandfather passed around the platter of chicken. “I like the homey atmosphere, too.”

  “That’s because it’s a family-run mine,” said Sybil. “Cecil’s family bought the mine about fifty years ago. I think the family had a falling-out sometime after that. Cecil’s uncle thought the mine should be his. But Cecil has been running this mine ever since I can remember.”

  “Imagine owning a ruby mine!” Jessie said. “Wouldn’t that be neat?”

  “Cecil has worked hard to make this place a success,” Sybil said. “I hope he can hang on to the mine and do well. He deserves it.”

  Just then the waitress returned with plates of peach cobbler topped with melting vanilla ice cream.

  At the same moment, Donald rose from his chair so abruptly he collided with her.

  Henry jumped up in time to save the tray from crashing to the floor.

  “I’m sorry!” Donald said to the waitress. “I didn’t see you.”

  “It’s okay,” she said. “This young man saved the dessert!”

  “Excuse me,” Donald said to the others at the table. “I’m not a big fan of peach cobbler.” He left the dining room.

  “I’m a big fan of peach cobbler,” Benny said to the waitress. “You can give me his, too.”

  Everyone laughed.

  Jessie was still thinking about the contest. “How can Mr. Knight afford to pay the prize money if his business isn’t doing so well?”

  “A lot of people come here for the contest,” Sybil said. “They pay for entry fees, lodging, and meals in the restaurant, have their stones mounted in jewelry, and buy buckets of pre-spaded dirt.”

  “Serious rock hounds don’t buy the five-dollar buckets,” Jonathan added. “They spring for the more expensive specialty buckets.”

  After dinner, the grown-ups lingered in the rocking chairs on the wide front porch.