The Quartet

The Quartet

“ I have to get to Mrs. Bun’s house, ” Roxy thought. “ Someone robbed her guests! ” “ I’ll be right back! I need to call my parents. ” Roxy yelled to her friends. “ Don’t take too long, ” Terrell said. “ The concert is starting soon. ” A moment later Roxy shot up into the sky.

“ Whoa! ” Mara cried. “ Rocket Girl! ” Roxy arrived at Mrs. Bun’s house. Mrs. Bun looked upset as Detective Smith crawled around in some rosebushes. Roxy grinned. “ Doing some gardening, Detective?”

“ Ha-ha, Rocket Girl. ” Detective Smith pretended to laugh. “ I—ouch! A thorn poked me. ” He got back to his feet and held up his notebook. “ I dropped this in the rosebushes. ” The detective turned to Mrs. Bun. “ I’m sorry. What were you saying?” Mrs. Bun took a deep breath.

“ I was telling you about my guests. They are all still here if you want to talk to them. The servers and the quartet are here too. ” “ Quartet?” Detective Smith raised an eyebrow. “ A string quartet, ” Mrs. Bun said. “ I hired four musicians to play during the party. ” “ What happened before the robbery?” Roxy asked.

“ Did you see anything suspicious?” Mrs. Bun shrugged. “ It’s odd, but I don’t remember anything. One minute we were enjoying a lovely afternoon. And the next minute, everyone’s wallets were missing! Our jewelry too! ” Detective Smith made some notes.