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My daughter and I are almost finished with the series! We will be sad when we are. Wish I could find the Hardy Boys in this set up. Ever heard of the Nancy Drew Mystery Stories? If yes then you are going to love this book. She is high school graduate and her age was changed to 18 in the rewrite.

Her father, Carson Drew, is a well-known criminal defense lawyer. The story of the book includes Laura Pendleton. Laura is helping and rescuing Nancy Drew and her friend Helen. At the time of their travel through the Moon lake, they faced a storm and their boat remains of no use to them and they become helpless in the river. Laura is basically travelling to meet her new guardian and soon after meeting this new guardian she finds out that he is not a good person but an evil one. Now she is looking for some help to escape this evil guardian and for that she calls Nancy to ask her if she can help her.

As Helen lifted the heavy lid, Nancy exclaimed in delight, 'How beautiful the clothes are! At the other was a folded-up rose velvet robe. She and Helen lifted out the garments and held them up. Then laughingly she added, 'But I'll probably have to hold my breath to close it in the middle.

My, but the women in olden times certainly had slim waistlines! It had knee breeches and the waistcoat had a lace-ruffled front. There were a tricorn hat, long white stockings, and buckled slippers to complete the costume. Taking off her pumps, she slid her feet into the buckled slippers. The others laughed aloud. A man with a foot twice the size of Helen's had once worn the slippers!

I'll stuff the empty space with paper,' Helen announced gaily. Miss Flora and Aunt Rosemary selected gowns for themselves, then opened a good-sized box at the bottom of the trunk. It contained various kinds of wigs worn in Colonial times. All were pure white and fluffy. Carrying the costumes and wigs, the group descended to their bedrooms, where they changed into the fancy clothes, then went to the first floor.

Miss Flora led the way into the room across the hall from the parlor. She said it once had been the drawing room. Later it had become a library, but the old spinet still stood in a corner. Miss Flora sat down at the instrument and began to play Beethoven's 'Minuet. They clasped their right hands high in the air, then took two steps backward and made little bows.

They circled, then strutted, and even put in a few steps with which no dancers in Colonial times would have been familiar. Aunt Rosemary giggled and clapped. Helen made a low bow to her aunt, her tricorn in her hand, and said, 'At your service, my lady.

Your every wish is my command! From outside the house they could hear loud shouting. You in the house! Come here! Nancy snapped on the porch light and the two girls raced outside. Nancy and Helen ran down the steps and out onto the lawn.

Just ahead of them stood Tom Patrick, the police detective. In a viselike grip he was holding a thin, bent-over man whom the girls judged to be about fifty years of age. The girls hurried forward to look at the man. What are you talking about? Anyone will tell you I'm okay. He let the man stand up straight but held one of his arms firmly. His wife had taken their car for the evening. You can call him and verify what I'm saying.

And you can call my wife, too. Maybe she's home now and she'll come and get me. I heard downtown that there was a detective patrolling this place and I didn't want to bump into you. I was afraid of just what did happen. Why, I'm even a notary public! They don't give a notary's license to dishonest folks!

In the excitement she and Nancy had forgotten what they were wearing! The two girls started for the house, with the men following. When Mr. Watson and the guard saw Miss Flora and Aunt Rosemary also in costume they gazed at the women in amusement. Nancy introduced Mr. Miss Flora said she knew of him, although she had never met the man. Two phone calls by the guard confirmed Watson's story. In a little while his wife arrived at Twin Elms to drive her husband home, and Detective Patrick went back to his guard duty.

Aunt Rosemary then turned out all the lights on the first floor and she, Miss Flora, and the girls went upstairs. Bedroom doors were locked, and everyone hoped there would be no disturbance during the night 'It was a good day, Nancy,' said Helen, yawning, as she climbed into bed. She was already sound asleep. Nancy herself was under the covers a few minutes later. She lay staring at the ceiling, going over the various events of the past two days. As her mind recalled the scene in the attic when they were pulling costumes from the old trunk, she suddenly gave a start.

Maybe it's movable and leads to a secret exit! Tomorrow I'll find out! I'm afraid that it's beginning to affect Miss Flora's health and yet she won't leave Twin Elms. We might even serve lunch under the trees. Aunt Rosemary had guessed their strategy and was appreciative of it. There were deep circles under her eyes, indicating that she had had a sleepless night. Her relatives caught the spirit of her enthusiasm and Miss Flora remarked, 'I wish you girls lived here all the time.

Despite our troubles, you have brought a feeling of gaiety back into our lives. As soon as the two women had gone outdoors, the girls set to work with a will. At the end of the allotted half hour, the first floor of the mansion was spotless. Nancy and Helen next went to the second floor, quickly made the beds, and tidied the bathrooms.

Nancy took her own from a bureau drawer. Every inch of each step was tried before the girls finally worked out a pattern to follow in ascending the stairway noiselessly. Helen laughed, 'This will certainly be a memory test, Nancy. I'll rehearse our directions. First step, put your foot to the left near the wall. Second step, right center. Third step, against the right wall. I'll need three feet to do that!

Let's see. On the fourth and fifth it's all right to step in the center, but on the sixth you hug the left wall, on the seventh, the right wall—' Helen interrupted. So you skip it. How can you do that without a jump and losing your balance and tumbling down? But both of them made so many mistakes at first the creaking was terrific. Finally, however, the girls had the silent spots memorized perfectly and went up noiselessly. Nancy clicked on her flashlight and swung it onto the nearest wood-paneled wall.

Helen stared at it, then remarked, 'This isn't made of long panels from ceiling to floor. It's built of small pieces. The grain doesn't match the other wood. But there's no knob or other hardware on it. A look of disappointment came over her face. We'll see what happens when we drive the screw driver through this crack. She did not find another spot which seemed suspicious.

By this time Helen had returned with the tools. Inserting the screw driver into one of the cracks, she began to pound on the handle of it with the hammer. Nancy watched hopefully. The screw driver went through the crack very easily but immediately met an obstruction on the other side. Helen pulled the screw driver out. There was no open space behind that portion of the attic wall.

Helen suggested that they give up and go downstairs. Mother said she would forward all my mail. But she nodded in agreement and waved her friend toward the stairs. Then the young detective sat down on the floor and cupped her chin in her hands. As she stared ahead, Nancy noticed that Helen, in her eagerness to meet the postman, had not bothered to go quietly down the attic steps. It sounded as if Helen had picked the squeakiest spot on each step!

Nancy heard Helen go out the front door and suddenly realized that she was in the big mansion all alone. And I may learn where the secret opening is! Suddenly she flung her head up. Was it her imagination, or did she hear the creak of steps? She was not mistaken. Nancy strained her ears, trying to determine from where the sounds were coming. And not the back stairway. Even if the ghost was in the kitchen and unlocked the door to the second floor, he'd know that the one at the top of the stairs was locked from the other side.

She was positive that the creaking sounds were coming from somewhere behind the attic wall! She could hear nothing. Was the ghost standing quietly in one of the bedrooms? Probably Miss Flora's? Treading so lightly that she did not make a sound, Nancy peered into each room as she reached it. But no one was in any of them.

She descended the main stairway, hugging the wall so she would not make a sound. Reaching the first floor, Nancy peered into the parlor. No one was there. She looked in the library, the dining room, and the kitchen. She saw no one. But how to find it? Suddenly the young sleuth snapped her fingers. I'll set a trap for that ghost! Apparently he was afraid to go to the second floor. In a few moments she joined Nancy, who asked if her friend had received a letter.

Helen's eyes sparkled. Oh, Nancy, I can hardly wait for Jim to get home! She described the footsteps on what she was sure was a hidden, creaking stairway, then added, 'If we discover that food or something else is missing we'll know he's been here again. Helen said that nearly a dozen teaspoons were gone and Nancy figured that several cans of food, some eggs, and a quart of milk had been taken.

On a sudden hunch Nancy took down from the wall a memo pad and pencil which hung there. Putting a finger to her lips to indicate that Helen was not to comment, Nancy wrote on the sheet: 'I think the only way to catch the ghost is to trap him. I believe he has one or more microphones hidden some place and that he hears all our plans.

Nancy continued to write, 'I don't want to worry Miss Flora or Aunt Rosemary, so let's keep our plans a secret. I suggest that we go to bed tonight as usual and carry on a conversation about our plans for tomorrow. But actually we won't take off our clothes. Then about midnight let's tiptoe downstairs to watch.

I'll wait in the kitchen. Do you want to stay in the living room? Nancy, thinking that they had been quiet too long, and that if there was an eavesdropper nearby he might become suspicious, said aloud, 'What would Miss Flora and Aunt Rosemary like for lunch, Helen?

And I'll get the milk. Helen smiled. The girls chatted gaily as they prepared the food and finally carried four trays out to the garden. They did not mention their midnight plan. The day in the garden was proving to be most beneficial to Miss Flora, and the girls were sure she would sleep well that night. Nancy's plan was followed to the letter. Just as the grandfather clock in the hall was striking midnight, Nancy arrived in the kitchen and sat down to await developments.

Helen was posted in a living-room chair near the hall doorway. Moonlight streamed into both rooms but the girls had taken seats in the shadows. Helen was mentally rehearsing the further instructions which Nancy had written to her during the afternoon. The young sleuth had suggested that if Helen should see anyone, she was to run to the front door, open it, and yell 'Police!

There was not a sound in the house. Then suddenly Nancy heard the front door open with a bang and Helen's voice yell loudly and clearly: 'Police! I saw it move! Certainly the piece was in place now. If the ghost had moved it, he had returned the sofa to its original position. She tugged at one end, while the guard pulled the other. It occurred to Nancy that a person who moved it alone would have to be very strong. Neither of the girls replied.

They had previously searched the area, and even now as they looked over every inch of the floor and the three walls surrounding the high sides of the couch, they could detect nothing that looked like an opening. By this time Helen looked sheepish. Turning to the police guard, she said, 'I'm sorry to have taken you away from your work. But I'd better get back to my guard duty,' the man said, and left the house.

They could use the same strategy for trapping the thief at another time. In case the thief might be listening, Nancy did not want to give away their secret. Nancy felt that after all the uproar the ghost would not appear again that night. She motioned to Helen that they would go quietly upstairs and get some sleep. Hugging the walls of the stairway once more, they ascended noiselessly, tiptoed to their room, and got into bed.

Though Nancy had been sure the ghost would not enter the mansion again that night, she discovered in the morning that she had been mistaken. More food had been stolen sometime between midnight and eight o'clock when she and Helen started breakfast.

Had the ghost taken it for personal use or only to worry the occupants of Twin Elms? Nancy happened to answer the ring and after the usual greetings was amazed to hear Hannah say, 'I'd like to speak to your father. The housekeeper explained that soon after receiving the telegram on Tuesday evening, Mr. Drew himself had phoned. When I told him yes, he said he would stop off there on his way home Wednesday. Gruen cried out. Dad's enemies sent it to keep me from meeting him!

Comber warned you about have waylaid your father and are keeping him prisoner? Her knees began to quake and she sank into the chair alongside the telephone table. Let me do a little checking first. But let me know what happens. Finding one which contained River Heights numbers, she looked for the number of the telegraph office and put in a call.

She asked the clerk who answered to verify that there had been a telegram from Mr. Drew on Tuesday. After a few minutes wait, the reply came. By this time her hands were shaking with fright. What had happened to her father? Getting control of herself, Nancy telephoned in turn to the airport, the railroad station, and the bus lines which served Cliffwood.

She inquired about any accidents which might have occurred on trips from Chicago the previous day or on Tuesday night. In each case she was told there had been none. Immediately an idea came to her and she put in a call to the Chicago hotel where her father had registered. Although she thought it unlikely, it was just possible that he had changed his mind again and was still there.

But a conversation with the desk clerk dashed this hope. Drew is not here. He checked out Tuesday evening. I don't know his plans, but I'll connect you with the head porter. He may be able to help you. Oh, thank you very much,' said Nancy. Next she must find out what had happened to him after that!

Nancy told Aunt Rosemary and Helen what she had learned, then got in her convertible and drove directly to the Cliffwood station. There she spoke to the ticket agent. Unfortunately, he could not identify Mr. Drew from Nancy's description as having been among the passengers who got off either of the two trains arriving from Chicago on Wednesday.

Nancy went to speak to the taximen. Judging by the line of cabs, she decided that all the drivers who served the station were on hand at the moment. There had been no outgoing trains for nearly an hour and an incoming express was due in about fifteen minutes.

Drew's description the day before. By this time Nancy was in a panic. She hurried inside the station to a telephone booth and called the local police station.

Nancy asked to speak to the captain and in a moment he came on the line. Nancy poured out her story. As Nancy left the phone booth, a large, gray-haired woman walked up to her. I believe maybe I can help you. Maybe this woman was connected with the abductors and planned to make Nancy a prisoner too by promising to take her to her father! I'm a nurse and I'm on a case over there right now. I noticed a tall, handsome man—such as you describe your father to be—step off the train.

He got into the taxi driven by a man named Harry. I have a feeling that for some reason the cabbie isn't telling the truth. Let's talk to him. She was ready to grab at any straw to get a clue to her father's whereabouts! You told this young lady that you didn't carry any passenger yesterday that looked like her father. Now I saw one get into your cab. What about it? When the man did not reply, Miss Skade said, 'Now look, Harry. This girl's afraid that her father has been kidnapped.

It's up to you to tell her all you know. Now I don't know what to do. The cab driver's eyes nearly popped from his head. Drew's description toward Twin Elms where he had said he wanted to go. They said they were going a little farther than that and would I take them? Well, about halfway to Twin Elms, one of those men ordered me to pull up to the side of the road and stop. He told me the stranger had blacked out. He and his buddy jumped out of the car and laid the man on the grass.

He was unconscious. Just then another car came along behind us and stopped. The driver got out and offered to take your father to a hospital. The two men said okay. Maybe her father was in a hospital and had not been abducted at all But a moment later her hopes were again dashed when Harry said: 'I told those guys I'd be glad to drive the sick man to a hospital, but one of them turned on me, shook his fist, and yelled, 'You just forget everything that's happened or it'll be too bad for you and your kids!

She clutched the door handle of the taxi for support. There was no question now but that her father had been drugged, then kidnapped! Smiling ruefully, she added, 'But I must get busy and do something about this. Drew was in one of the local hospitals. She gave Nancy the names of the three in town. And here comes your train, Miss Skade. Good-by and again thanks a million for your help!

Nancy hurried after him, and before the train came in, asked if he would please give her a description of the two men who had been with her father. Not what I'd call handsome. One of 'em had an upper tooth missing. And the other fellow—his left ear was kind of crinkled, if you know what I mean.

Only Mercy Hospital had a patient who had been unconscious since the day before. If you see a Google Drive link instead of source url, means that the file witch you will get after approval is just a summary of original book or the file has been already removed. Loved each and every part of this book. I will definitely recommend this book to mystery, classics lovers.

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