Chapter 4

Chapter 4 Mr. Paskey shooed them out of the Book Nook and locked the front door. "I have to eat lunch," he said. He scurried down Main Street. "Come on," Dink said. "There's a phone in Ellie's Diner." "Good, we can eat while you're calling…" Josh stopped. "Who are you calling?" "The airport," Dink said, "to see if Wallis Wallace was on that seven o'clock flight last

帕斯基先生把他们赶出了书角，锁上了前门。 “我得吃午饭，”他说。 他沿着主街匆匆而过。 “来吧，”丁克说。“艾莉餐厅里有一部电话。” “太好了，你打电话的时候我们可以吃东西……”乔希停了下来。 “你给谁打电话?”“去机场，”丁克说，“去看看沃利斯·华莱士是不是最后一班七点钟的班机

night." They walked into Ellie's Diner just as Jimmy Fallon and his grandfather came out. Jimmy was working on a triple-decker chocolate cone. Ellie stood behind the counter. As usual, her apron was smeared with ketchup, mustard, chocolate, and a lot of stuff Dink didn't recognize. Ellie smiled. "Hi, Dink. Butter crunch, right?" Dink shook his head. "No, thanks, Ellie. I came to use the phone." "Excuse me, but would it be all right if I bought you each a cone?" Mavis Green asked. "I was going to buy lunch for Mr. Wallace anyway." "Gee, thanks," Josh said. "I'll have a scoop of mint chip and a scoop of pistachio." "Oh, you like green ice cream, too," Mavis said. She smiled shyly. "I'll have the same, please." "I like pink ice cream," Ruth Rose said. "I'll have a strawberry cone, please. One scoop."

晚上。”他们走进埃莉餐厅时，吉米·法伦和他的祖父刚出来。 吉米在做一个三层巧克力蛋筒。 埃莉站在柜台后面。 像往常一样，她的围裙上沾满了番茄酱、芥末、巧克力，还有很多丁克不认识的东西。 艾莉笑了。“嗨,丁克。黄油脆，对吧?”丁克摇了摇头。 “不，谢谢，艾莉。我是来用电话的。” “对不起，我可以给你们每人买一个甜筒吗?”梅维斯·格林问道。 “反正我也要给华莱士先生买午餐。” “啊，谢谢。”乔希说。“我要一勺薄荷片和一勺开心果。” “哦，你也喜欢绿色的冰淇淋，”梅维斯说。 她害羞地笑了。“我也要一样的。” “我喜欢粉红色的冰淇淋，”露丝·罗斯说。 “请给我一个草莓蛋筒。” 一勺。”

"How about you, Dink?" Mavis asked. "I'm not hungry, thanks," he said. "But you guys go ahead. I'm going to call the airport." Dink felt guilty. If he hadn't invited Wallis Wallace to Green Lawn, his favorite author would be safe at home in his castle in Maine. But Dink couldn't help feeling excited too. He felt like a detective from one of Wallis Wallace's books! Dink stepped into the phone booth, looked up the number for New England Airlines, and called. When a voice came on, he asked if Wallis Wallace had been aboard Flight 3132 last night. "He was? Did it land at seven o'clock?" Dink asked. "Thanks a lot!"

“你呢，丁克?”画眉鸟类问道。 “我不饿，谢谢，”他说。 “但是你们继续吧。我要打电话给机场。” 丁克感到内疚。如果他没有邀请沃利斯·华莱士来绿草坪，他最喜欢的作家就会安全地呆在缅因州的城堡里。 但丁克也忍不住感到兴奋。 他感觉自己就像沃利斯·华莱士书里的侦探!丁克走进电话亭，查了查新英格兰航空公司的电话号码，打了个电话。 当一个声音响起时，他问沃利斯·华莱士昨晚是否在3132航班上。 “他是吗?它是在七点钟降落的吗?”丁克问道。 “非常感谢!”

He rushed out of the phone booth. "Hey, guys, they told me Wallis Wallace was on the plane— and it landed right on time!" "So he didn't miss his flight," Ruth Rose said through strawberry-pink lips. "That's right!" Dink pulled out the itinerary. He drew a line through AIRPORT. "This is so exciting!" Ruth Rose said. "Now what?" Josh asked, working on his double-dipper. Dink pointed to his next circle on the itinerary. "Now we need to find out if a taxi picked him up," he said. "Lawrence Taxi is over by the river," Ruth Rose said. Dink looked at Mavis. "Would you like to come with us? We can walk there in five minutes." Mavis Green wiped her lips carefully with a napkin. Td love to come," she said in her soft voice. They left Ellie's Diner, walked left on Bridge Lane, then headed down Woodview Road toward the river. "Mr. Paskey looked pretty upset, didn't he?" Josh said, crunching the last of his cone. nkledc. His chin

他冲出电话亭。 “嘿，伙计们，他们告诉我沃利斯·华莱士在飞机上——而且飞机准时着陆了!”“所以他没有错过航班，”露丝·罗斯(Ruth Rose)用草莓粉色的嘴唇说。 “没错!”丁克拿出了行程表。 他在机场画了一条线。 “这太令人兴奋了!”露丝·罗斯说。 “现在什么?”乔希一边揉着他的双蘸酱一边问。 丁克指着行程上的下一圈。 他说:“现在我们需要知道他是否被出租车接走了。” “劳伦斯出租车就在河边，”露丝·罗斯说。 丁克看着梅维斯。“你愿意和我们一起去吗?” 我们可以在五分钟内走到那里。” 梅维斯·格林小心地用餐巾擦了擦嘴唇。 “我很乐意去，”她用温柔的声音说。 他们离开了艾莉餐厅，在桥巷向左走，然后沿着伍德维尤路朝河边走去。 “帕斯基先生看上去很沮丧，是吗?”乔希说，嘎吱嘎吱地吃着最后一个蛋筒。 他的下巴

was green. "Wouldn't you be upset if you had a bunch of customers at your store waiting to meet a famous author and he didn't show up?" Ruth Rose asked. "Yeah, but he was sweating buckets," Josh said. "I wonder if Mr. Paskey kidnapped Wallis Wallace." "Josh, get real! Why would Mr. Paskey kidnap an author?" asked Ruth Rose. "He sells tons of Wallis Wallace's books!" "I don't think Mr. Paskey is the kidnapper," Dink said. "But in a way, Josh is right. Detectives should consider everyone a suspect, just the way they do in Wallis Wallace's books." At River Road, they turned left. Two minutes later, Dink pushed open the door of the Lawrence Taxi Service office. He asked the man behind the counter if one of their drivers had met Flight 3132 at Bradley Airport the previous night. The man ran his finger down a list on a clipboard. "That would be Maureen Higgins. She's out back eating her lunch," he said, pointing over his shoulder. "Walk straight through." They cut through the building to a grassy area in back. Through the trees, Dink could see the

是绿色的。“如果你的商店里有一群顾客等着见一位著名作家，而他没有出现，你不会感到沮丧吗?”露丝·罗斯问。 “是啊，但他大汗淋漓，”乔希说。 "我想知道帕斯基先生是不是绑架了沃利斯·华莱士" “乔希，现实点!”“为什么帕斯基先生要绑架一个作家?”露丝·罗斯问道。 “他卖了很多沃利斯·华莱士的书!”“我不认为帕斯基先生是绑架者，”丁克说。 但在某种程度上，乔希是对的。 侦探们应该把每个人都当作嫌疑犯，就像沃利斯·华莱士的书里那样。” 在河路，他们左转。 两分钟后，丁克推开了劳伦斯出租车服务公司的门。 他问柜台后的工作人员，他们的司机是否在前一天晚上在布拉德利机场接了3132次航班。 那人用手指在剪贴板上按下列表。 “那就是莫林·希金斯。 她在外面吃午饭，”他指着身后说。 “直走过去。”他们穿过大楼来到后面的一片草地。 透过树林，丁克可以看到

Indian River. The sun reflected off the water like bright coins. A woman was sitting at a picnic table eating a sandwich and filling in a crossword puzzle. "Excuse me, are you Maureen Higgins?" Dink asked. The woman shook her head without looking up. "Nope, I'm Marilyn Monroe." The woman wrote in another letter. Then she looked up. She had the merriest blue eyes Dink had ever seen. "Yeah, cutie pie, I'm Maureen." She pointed her sandwich at Dink. "And who might you be?" I'm Dink Duncan," he said. "These are my friends Josh, Ruth Rose, and Mavis." "We wondered if you could help us," Ruth Rose said.

印度的河流。太阳反射在水面上，像一枚明亮的硬币。 一个女人坐在野餐桌旁，一边吃着三明治，一边填着填字游戏。 “对不起，你是莫林·希金斯吗?”丁克问道。 女人头也不抬地摇了摇头。 “不，我是玛丽莲·梦露。” 女人在另一封信中写道。 然后她抬起头来。她有一双丁克从未见过的最快乐的蓝眼睛。 “是的，小可爱，我是莫林。” 她用三明治指着丁克。 “你是谁呢?”我是丁克·邓肯，”他说。 “这是我的朋友乔什，露丝·罗斯和梅维斯。” “我们想知道你是否能帮助我们，”露丝·罗斯说。