2 PIRVATE INSTEVIGATOR

PIRVATE INSTEVIGATOR Al Seven had a cool office with his name on the door. Bean could do that, easy-peasy. She began with the desk. Bean had a good board, and she had two triangle things that were called sawhorses even though they didn't look anything like horses. She put the sawhorses on the front lawn, and then she put the board on top of the sawhorses. Desk! The spinny chair was a little harder. Bean had to yank it up the basement stairs, yank, yank, yank. And just when she got to the top, it fell back down most of the stairs. It was already broken, but it was more broken after it fell down the stairs.

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"What the heck are you doing, Bean?" called her father from the kitchen. "I'm trying to get this chair up the stairs!" shouted Bean. "Do you want help?" Bean thought about that. Al Seven had a helper, a lady named Dolly. Mostly, Dolly lit Al's cigarette, but Bean figured she would have carried a chair if Al had asked her to. "Yes, please." Her dad came down to the basement and carried the spinny chair up the stairs. He even carried it out to the front yard.

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"Thanks, pal," said Bean. Her dad said, "Don't call me pal. You're welcome." Bean put the chair behind the desk and sat in it. She spun around. Pretty good. But she wasn't done yet. She needed to look tough enough to solve a mystery. She needed a hat. She was pretty sure there was one upstairs, in the closet of things no one wanted. She was right! On the highest shelf of things no one wanted, covered with dust, was a hat. It was sort of grayish, sort of brownish. It smelled funny. When Bean put it on, she could hardly see. It was a little dangerous, walking around in that hat, but Al Seven said, "Danger makes me laugh."

While Bean was climbing down from the shelf, she found something she hadn't expected, something great. It was a telephone, an old one with two parts and a cord. Perfect! Al Seven was always slamming the phone down on people. Bean slammed the phone down a few times to test it. "So long, pal," she whispered. With the hat on her head and the phone under her arm, Bean went downstairs to her mom's recycling bin.