paper.
Walt cleared his throat. “Uh, minus two,” he said.
“Very good,” said Professor Wevans before moving on to a new topic.
After class Jupe timed his exit so that he was walking out the door just a step ahead of Walt. In the hall Jupe pulled out the scrap of paper with the -2 answer on it and handed it to the basketball player.
“Want this?” Jupe asked. “As a souvenir.”
Walt laughed. “Yeah, thanks,” he said with a smile. “And thanks for helping me out. I could have figured out the answer, but my mind freezes when a professor calls my name.”
Jupe’s eyes twitched. Walt was handing him the Mont Blanc pen as they walked.
“Here, keep it,” Walt said.
“Yes, but — ” Jupe started to protest.
“I’ve got lots of them,” Walt said with an almost embarrassed grin.
Interesting, Jupe thought, trying not to let his interest show.
“Listen, Walt,” Jupe said casually. “Chemistry is all very logical. Maybe I could help you smooth out the basics.”
“You mean, as a tutor?” Walt said. “Hey — that’s a great idea. The only problem is, I haven’t got much time. But maybe we could fit it in after basketball practice.”
“I’ll have to charge you, of course,” Jupe said. “And a tutor of my qualifications isn’t cheap.”
“No problem, buddy. Whatever you want. Money’s not an issue with me. Okay?”
Walt held out his hand to shake. On the third finger was a large silver ring with
Jupiter shook Walt’s hand, smiling as he thought, I don’t want your money, Walt. I want to know where you get it. And you’ve got two weeks to tell me!
The telephone was answered on the first ring. “Three Investigators. You’re talking to Pete Crenshaw.”
“Pete,” Jupiter said quietly.
“Jupe? Jupe, where are you? It’s six o’clock. Kelly and I have been waiting at Headquarters for an hour. We’re starving.”
“I’m in the Shoremont campus bookstore. But the bus doesn’t come for another hour. If I wait, it’ll be two hours before I get home.” Jupe tried not to sound too desperate.
“Oh, so you won’t be here till eight,” Pete said, “Okay. Thanks for calling.”
“
“But Jupe,” Pete said. “You’re a
Jupe tapped his foot on the floor. “Well, that’s the solution I came up with,” he said. “You come and get me. Okay?”
“You know, you should get a car of your own, Jupe. You really should,” Pete said.
That did it. That really made Jupe squirm. There was nothing he wanted more than a car — especially since his two previous cars had been totaled — and Pete knew it.
“Pete,” Jupe said angrily, “if you don’t come pick me up right now, I’ll never tell you about the progress I’ve made on this case!”
“Is it good?”
“The bribes go deeper — much deeper — than we thought. That’s all I’ll say till you get here.”
“I’m on my way,” Pete said.
Less than an hour later Pete and Jupe arrived back at The Three Investigators’ headquarters. Jupe was wearing a brand-new Shoremont College sweatshirt, which he had bought in the bookstore while waiting for Pete. On the way home, just to get back at Pete, Jupe had refused to talk about the case. A couple of minutes later, Kelly pulled up in her own car with two pizzas.
“Did Pete tell you exactly how I want my pizza now?” Jupe said.
“Yes, Jupe,” said Kelly. “A mini-size pizza in a large pizza box. But what’s the deal?”
“It’s his new diet,” Pete explained as he grabbed up a slice from the large pizza he and Kelly were sharing.
“Jupe, how many weirdo diets do you think you’ve tried?”
“I’d have to check my computer database, but I’d say twenty,” said Jupe.
“Well, this is the weirdest,” Pete said.
“It’s the most logical,” said Jupe. “It’s called the Half-Weight Diet. You can have anything you want — but you can only eat half of it.” Jupe took a slice of pizza, cut it in half, and put only one half on his plate. When he ate that half, he cut another slice in two and began to work on one of those half-slices.
“I’m having trouble watching this,” Kelly said.
“Yeah, Jupe. It doesn’t make sense,” said Pete. “You’ve eaten two half-slices, right? Why don’t you just eat one
“Psychology,” Jupe said. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“Okay, Jupe,” Pete said between bites, “so what happened at Shoremont today?”
“I’ve arranged to be the chemistry tutor for one of the Shoremont basketball players — Walt Klinglesmith,” Jupe said. “It appears that he is rolling in money.”
Pete and Kelly nodded.
“After chemistry, I sat through two feeble classes, trying to meet two other players. But apparently they both cut class. Then I went to the gym, hoping to observe one of their practices, but the team wasn’t there. Only the cheerleaders.”
“So what did they have to say?” asked Kelly.
“Not much,” Jupe said, blushing and looking uncomfortable.
“He means he couldn’t think of anything to say to them,” said Pete. “So he left.”
“Not true,” Jupe said, looking down at his pizza. “I merely decided that the cheerleaders probably wouldn’t know much and that I should focus on the team itself.”
“Cheerleaders wouldn’t know much?” Kelly jumped to her feet. “Earth to Jupe! Who knows more about a sports team than the cheerleaders? You think all we do is just jump around the gym and scream our lungs out? No way. We follow every play. We keep the crowd in the game. We cheer the team on. We flirt with the players. And some, of us even date the players, especially when they’re total hunks.” Kelly grinned and gave Pete a hug around the neck.
Jupe wondered if Pete’s face turned red from embarrassment or lack of circulation. “Well, since you know so much about cheerleaders, uh, perhaps you’d like to suggest a few conversational gambits I could use,” Jupe said.
“You bet your pompoms I can,” Kelly said. “First of all, you’ve got to charm them. You’ve got to compliment them. You know what a compliment is, don’t you, Jupe?”
“Of course,” Jupe said impatiently.
“Good,” Kelly said. She sat down expectantly in her seat. “Well, go on.”
Pete and Jupe just stared at her. “Go on and what?” Pete asked.
“Go on and compliment me, Jupe,” Kelly said. “
“Well, uh... ” Jupe rubbed his hands on his jeans. “Well, okay. Uh, gee, Kelly, you’re not as bossy as you used to be.”
“He’s hopeless!” Kelly sighed, rolling her eyes at Pete. “It’s too bad I’m going on my ski trip tomorrow.”
