The Mysterious Code

the
members of the school board all came. They bought things and walked around as
proudly as though they had originated the idea of the antique show.
    At eight o’clock Jim
and Trixie locked the front door and drew the blinds. All the borrowed antiques
had to be returned to the owners that night. Regan and Tom carried them to the
station wagon and pickup truck parked in back of the building.
    “Forget them,” Regan
told the Bob-Whites. “Tom and I’ll deliver them.”
    Spider put the day’s
receipts into a strongbox and banded the heavy box to Trixie for safekeeping.
    At home in the
Belden kitchen, Trixie, Honey, Diana, Jim, Brian, and Mart counted the money.
    The total sent them
whooping around the kitchen like Indians.
    It amounted to $763.94!
    “We still haven’t
sold the rings that were in the musical jewel box,” Jim said. “I don’t know how
much money that will mean.”
    “Spider’s almost
sure Trixie will get a reward for helping capture Snipe Thompson and his pal,”
Mart said. “Do you know, I think the detective business may not be a bad
business to get into, after all. This is about the third reward Trixie will
have had.”
    “If there is any reward, it will go into the UNICEF Fund,” Trixie said, “and,” she added
ruefully, “Moms said there must be no more detective work till school’s out.”
    “Did you promise?”
Honey asked hopefully.
    “No,” Trixie said,
her blue eyes brightening. “No, I don’t believe Moms asked me to promise.”