Greta and Oliver: Greta and the Jewel Thieves - Greta and Oliver, #2 - E-book - ePub

He entered the dining car of the Southern Pacific " Coast Daylight", an attitude of self-importance dripping from his thin moustache. He acted as if he owned the entire train, though he was only a passenger. He had business to transact. He was in possession of a priceless, ornate necklace, which he had removed from a museum in Mexico City. His name was Spaulding...or at least that's what he told most people.  He had made arrangements with the train's head chef, Williams, for the safekeeping of the jewels, anticipating that the police would search the train while it stopped overnight in Oakland.
He rightly assumed that the FBI in San Diego had contacted every major city from there to Seattle. Greta watched the two men from her hiding place below one of the counters in the kitchen. She had learned her way around the great train since Oliver, she, and Levi had moved abord the passenger train some months before. As Spaulding opened the shiny wooden case and lifted the necklace to show Williams, the entire room came to life, filled with glittering lights from the dazzling stones which made up this exquisite and irreplacable piece of Mexican art.  Shafts of white light danced across every surface.
Williams stammered nervously as he stared at the necklace.  "I sure will take care of that, sir!" Mr. Spaulding sneered, "Yes...you certainly will, if you know what's good for you. Find the best hiding place and secure it there. I will be back tonight to see that you have followed my instructions. Do not disappoint me." He turned on his heel and walked out of the dining car, Williams staring after him and gulping as he wondered if this man was as dangerous and unforgiving as he appeared to be.
He would not chance finding out. Greta knew that she had to get back to the baggage car, where her family lived, and tell Oilver what she had seen and heard. She began the extremely frightening trip toward the coupling between the dining car and the baggage car.  She had almost died only a few minutes earlier when coming from her home in the baggage car to the dining car. The wind caused by the moving train had picked up her tiny body and slammed her against the wall of the dining car.  She was grateful to be alive.
Now, she had to once again cross the open space between the two cars.