The Westing Game

by Ellen Raskin

A dressmaker, a secretary, an inventor, a doctor, a judge. And, oh yes, one was a bookie, one was a burglar, one was a bomber, and one was a mistake. Barney Northrup had rented one of the apartments to the wrong person.

“No one ever notices Sydelle Pulaski,” she muttered, “but now they will. Now they will.”

The executor of the Westing estate said the deceased requested that, in place of flowers, donations be sent to Blind Bowlers of America.

Grace said, “Doctor Wexler was called away on an emergency operation.” “An emergency Packers game in Green Bay,” Turtle confided to Flora Baumbach,

“Oh my, no. Angela reminds me of another young girl I made a wedding dress for: Violet Westing.”

Maybe he is being kidnapped for ransom. Maybe he’s being held hostage. Oh boy, he hasn’t had so much fun in years.

She would never take them, not even the gold one, not even if it took her two more years to pay to go back to China. No, she would never take Doug’s medals, and she would never sell that wonderful clock with the mouse who wears gloves and points to the time.

Her partner, Sandy McSouthers, was the only heir she had not investigated. Her partner, Sandy McSouthers, was Sam Westing.