Real Kids! Real Places! The Mystery at the Space Needle

a locked metal box that…let me see if I’m reading this right, was found in a hidden storeroom exposed during renovations to the Space Needle. We don’t have the key, so its contents are a mystery, too.”

Christina’s eyes lit up, and she grabbed Mimi’s arm. “Mimi, you should bid on that box,” she whispered. “It looks really mysterious.”

“Well, I…” Mimi began.

“Yeah, come on, Mimi!” Grant urged.

“Just think, if there is a mystery inside, you can write about it!”

The auctioneer held up the box. “I’m starting the bid at twenty-five dollars. Twentyfive, twenty-five, twenty-five. Do I hear thirty?”

Mimi had worked up enough courage from the kids to bid, and stood. “I bid thirty dollars!” she shouted.

“Now thirty, thirty, thirty, do I hear forty?” the auctioneer continued.

“Forty dollars,” came a man’s deep voice from the back of the room.

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