Cracker chestnut When the obvious suspect isn’t the culprit… look closer. The first rain of June had washed the school clean. By morning, everything sparkled—floors, windows… and panic. “The new books are gone!” the librarian cried. A murmur spread. Eyes turned instantly. “It’s the new boy.” Aarav froze. “I—I didn’t do anything!” Cracker Chestnut …
Our lovable Chestnut has the answers once again to an important question about holidays The school bell rang with a clang-clang-claaang! the slightly tilted and chewing thoughtfully on a biscuit kind that makes hearts jump and notebooks close faster than lightning. (detective fuel, obviously). "Hmmm," he sniffed. "This smells like a Mystery with Capital …
St. Gabriel’s School had begun to look like a postcard—icicle lights, tinsel, a giant courtyard tree. Parents and teachers promised the best Christmas carnival ever. Then, at 3:13 AM, the security guard heard a crash. By sunrise, posters screamed: THE CRYSTAL STAR IS GONE! The Star wasn’t decoration. It held tiny stones collected over …
Chestnut was enjoying a crunchy walnut when Frodo the Frog croaked in alarm. “Detective! Our lake is foaming like soap. Fish are dying!” Chestnut hurried over. His magnifying glass flashed as he looked closer. The foam stuck to reeds and smelled… sharp. He dipped a paw—slippery! He followed the bubbles upstream. First clue: a drain …
