The Happy Hollisters and the Punch And Judy Mystery
Dedication The Happy Hollisters and the Punch and Judy Mystery is Volume 27 in a 33-book series The books are being reissued in honor of my grandfather Andrew Edward Svenson who began The Happy Hollisters series in 1953 using the pseudonym Jerry West The characters in the Hollister family were b ased in part on his family my grandmot her father uncle and aunts and I am grateful to them for inspiring these books and for their support of this labor of love Marian S Svenson Elaine Hollister Andrew E Svenson Jr Pete Laura Svenson Schnell Pam Eric R Svenson Sr Ricky Jane Svenson Kossmann Holly Eileen Svenson de Zayas and Ingrid Svenson Herdman Sue Many thanks also to Janet Riley Callie Svenson and Libby Svenson for production and marketing assistance Andrew E Svenson III The Svenson Group Inc on behalf of The Hollister Family Properties Trust You’re all wonderful detectives
CHAPTER 1 Whack Whack COME one come all cried Pete Hollister The great Punch and Judy show is about to start Pete twelve and oldest of the five Hollisters stood in the middle of the lawn beside a red booth It was a foot higher than his blond crew-cut head and the puppet stage was covered with a black shade A handful of c hildren fidgeted in front of the booth Dark-haired Sue Hollister four jumped up and down and tugged at the hand of her sister Holly who was six She in turn wrinkled her nose tossed her pigtails and called out Ricky stop galloping around Her r ed-haired freckle faced brother a year older did not answer but slapped himself like a horse once more somersaulted on the grass and landed at Holly’s feet This made Ann Hunter laugh while her younger brother Jeff grinned an d little Donna Martin looked on shyly Pete spoke to a tall boy with straight tousled hair Are all the pennies collected Dave Dave Mead nodded and jiggled the coins in a tin can He was twelve too and Pete’s best friend He
looked around the Hollisters back yard and said I don’t see Joey and Will They told me they’d come And what about Pam curly-haired Ann asked anxiously We can’t begin without all the Hollisters Pam the children chorused Where are you Ricky shouted It was ten-year-old Pam who had thought up the Punch and Judy show to raise money for a special project This was the Fifty Fund sponsored by the Shoreham newspaper to send fifty needy children to summer camp Then Pete had hit on the idea of earning fifty pounds of pennies He had weighed coins and found that there were one hundred forty-seven pennies in a pound Pam’s speedy arithmetic showed that fifty pounds of them would equal seventy-three dollars and fifty cents enough to give one boy or girl two weeks in camp For two weeks the Hollisters spacious rambling home on the shore of Pine Lake had been busy with the Punch and Judy preparations First Pam had borrowed a book of instructions from the library Using it the children had carved and painted the wooden faces dressed the little hand puppets in gay costumes and constructed the stage Now everything was set for the first show The neighborhood children had arrived on the Hollisters lawn and Pete as the showman had already fitted one of the puppets over each of his hands
Punch with his big curved nose and chin and a roguish grin was ready to perform on Pete’s right hand On his left was a long-snouted dragon Hurry Pam Where are you Holly called impatiently I’ll go find her Ann Hunter volunteered She was Pam’s age and had black hair which hung in ringlets Her gray eyes danced with excitement and her dimples showed as she ran off to look for her best friend Oh there you are cried Ann as she spied Pam standing next to the mailbox which stood in the shrubbery along the sidewalk The show can’t start without you I’ll be there in a minute Pam promised then added I wish Mr Barnes would hurry He’s late with the mail today You must be expecting an important letter Ann said with a sidewise look at her friend Oh no it’s not from a boy if that’s what you mean Pam said with a shake of her fluffy golden hair Then her brown eyes sparkled and she lowered her voice I’ll let you in on a secret but you mustn’t tell anyone As Ann promised a twig snapped in the bushes behind the girls but they were too busy talking to notice the noise Pam confided that she had entered an essay contest about a children’s book called The Mystery in Venice Winners were to be announced shortly