Philip and the Case of Mistaken Identity and Philip and the Baby (9781597051095) Read Online Free PDF

until ten.”
    “All right then. Ten. See you Monday.”
    “See you.”
    Philip hung up. Janie? Joanie? A girl and
a grandmother who could fly? And the girl thought Emery was him
and he was Emery. Philip ran upstairs. He couldn’t wait for
Monday.
     
     

 
     
     
     
Six
    “Now let’s look at the facts,” said Emery. He
and Philip were sitting in Philip’s living room Monday morning a
little past ten o’clock. Emery’s sisters were having a bad day—that
meant a noisy day—and Emery had called Philip to tell him that. The
boys decided Philip’s house would be the better headquarters for
the time being.
    “Emery, do you have to wear that hat in the
house?” Philip asked. Emery was wearing what he had since learned
was called his “deerstalker” cap. Emery loved the name.
“Deerstalker.” It made him feel like a great hunter.
    “My deerstalker is my trademark,” said Emery.
“I hunt down the most suspicious people. You should have on your
derby hat.”
    Emery had also learned that Philip’s round
hat was called a derby. Philip wasn’t impressed. Again Emery got
the better thing. Having a “deerstalker”—a cool name—was way better
than having a “derby”. How dumb was the word “derby”?
    Philip tried his derby on once more. Just
then Philip’s mother walked through the living room and looked at
the two boys. She stopped a moment. She shook her head, rolled her
eyes, and continued on. Philip took off his derby.
    “Why did she do that?” Emery asked.
    “She probably thinks you look funny.”
    “Me?”
    Philip glared at Emery and both boys decided
to change the subject.
    “So what are the facts?” Philip asked
impatiently.
    “Okay. We tracked this girl. She told you her
name was Joanie. She told me her name was Janie. We have to figure
out her game.”
    “Her game?”
    Now Emery rolled his eyes. “That’s how we
spying detectives talk.”
    Philip nodded, but he told himself if one
more person rolled his eyes his way, there’d be trouble.
    “So how can we find out what her real name
is?” Emery continued.
    Both boys thought.
    Philip could hear his own baby sister, Becky,
crying upstairs.
    “I know what we could do,” said Philip. “We
could ask your mother. You said she knows the grandmother.”
    “I did ask. She only knows the grandmother a
little. She said she didn’t know anything about any
granddaughters.”
    Philip snapped his fingers. “Let’s call on
the phone. You call and ask for Janie. If she answers, then we know
her name is Janie.”
    “Why do I have to call? Why can’t you call
and ask for Joanie?”
    “You wanted to learn her game , didn’t
you?”
    “I guess. But we don’t have her phone
number.”
    “What’s the grandmother’s name?”
    “My mother called her Mrs. Dykans.”
    Philip ran to the hall closet and returned
with a big phone directory. He riffled through the pages. “No luck.
There’s no D-i-k-a-n-s.”
    “Y,” said Emery.
    “I don’t know. There just is none. I looked.
You want to look?”
    “No, no. ‘Y’,” Emery repeated.
    Emery was making his stomach clench up again.
Philip raised his voice. “Because it’s not there. They didn’t print
it. Maybe she doesn’t have a phone.”
    “Y, Y, Y,” Emery insisted.
    Philip banged his hand on top of the page he
had searched. “ I don’t know why. It’s not here, that’s all.
There’s no Dikans. Are you deaf or what?”
    Emery shook his head and took the directory.
He turned forward a few pages and said, “243-6885.”
    “What!”
    “Y.”
    “ Why what? Why do you keep asking me
why?”
    “I’m not asking you why. I’m telling you.
‘Y’,” Emery explained.
    “You’re telling me why? You’re telling me why
about what?”
    “I’m telling you ‘Y’ about ‘d-y’.”
    “Dewhy? What’s a dewhy?”
    Emery sighed in exasperation. “She doesn’t
have any ‘I’s,” he explained.
    “Who doesn’t have any eyes?”
    “The grandmother.”
    “She doesn’t