lot.
We were talking about how unpredictableFrançois seemedâmad as a hatter one minute, all kissy-kissy the nextâwhen Margaret pointed to a shiny red convertible in the parking lot. The license tag said â#1 François.â âThatâs his car. Gus and I saw it out here yesterday.â
I ambled over to the car. The convertible top was down. Books and papers were strewn across the seats.
âWhatâre you doing?â Margaret said as I leaned over the side and into the backseat. âBe careful. What if he comes outside?â
âHeâs got a bunch of stuff in here. We might find some evidence.â
Margaret checked over her shoulder, then inched toward the car. âYou canât go through his stuff. Thatâs against the law.â
âWell, itâs way more against the law to steal heirlooms and frame an innocent person,â I said. âAnd thatâs exactly what François is guilty of. I even heard him talking about the Pitaya, remember?â
I picked up a stack of papers, causing her to throw her hands over her mouth and squeak like a mouse. A small black notebook fell onto the seat. Etched in silver on the cover, it said âDaily Planner of François Pouppière.â
Chapter 21
Parlez-vous français?
M y hands shook as I opened the planner. I thumbed through it quickly, flipping all the way to June.
âWhat does it say?â Margaret scooted closer to me, peering over my shoulder.
âI donât know. Itâs in French.â
We stood next to Françoisâ car, scouring every day of June, looking for English words. Margaret pointed to âGrimstoneâ and âUnger,â and I thought thatâs all we had, until I saw âPitayasâ under Tuesday, June 14. âLook,â I said, pointing it out.
âOhmigosh. Itâs the eggs! He means the eggs.â
âWeâve got to keep this.â I slipped it into my pocket.
Margaret stared at me, wide-eyed. âAre you serious?â
âOf course I am. Itâs no worse than hiding the locket, is it? Itâs only a little notebook. It might lead us to the heirlooms.â
âBut we canât read French.â
âThereâs a program on the Web we can use. All we have to do is type in the French words and it translates them.â
âWhat about Gus?â Margaret said.
âWhat about him?â I felt my neck growing warm.
âHe can translate the French a lot faster than we can. Besides, we have to tell him what happened. You canât leave him out, Lindy. Thatâs not fair.â
She was right, of course. I knew Gus was fluent in French because heâd bragged about it hundreds of times at school. Except now I had one gigantic problem. Gus wasnât speaking to me, and I doubted that he still wanted to be our partner.
Before we left the parking lot, I decided to get one last look in Françoisâ car. I leaned way over the door and was shuffling through more papers on the floor when Margaret whispered, â Psst! Here comes Cricket out the back of Shear Magic.â
I sprang straight up, just in time to see her cross the alley.
âOh, uh, hi,â I said, brushing off my legs.
Cricket stopped. She popped a SureFresh mint in her mouth, staring at me the whole time. âHey, whatâs up? You two looking for something?â
The perky smile on her face seemed more curious than anything. But the tilt of her head, the glint in her eyeâ¦thatâs what Gus would call body language, for sure. And what Cricketâs body language said to me was, âWatch out, Lindy Phillips. I know you just swiped something from Françoisâ car, and youâre headed for trouble, because Iâm going to tell your mom what youâre up to the first chance I get.â
âYes, as a matter of fact, we are looking for something,â Margaret said. She picked up a handful of fliers from the
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