Nancy Clue Mysteries 3 - A Ghost in the Closet Read Online Free Page A
Author: Mabel Maney
girl, the man's face blanched in fright, and he took off down the long corridor; the heavy trunk rocked to and fro as he rudely pushed past people, striking some of them in the legs.
Cherry was thankful that she had had the foresight to include in her firstaid kit sterile bandages and germicidal ointment for the scraped shins of surprised spectators.
Midge leapt over an enormous Irish wolfhound in an effort to catch the suspect, who, despite his heavy burden, was slipping away. He would have disappeared around the next corner had he not become entangled in the leash of a miniature smoothcoated dachshund who had unwittingly blocked his path.
"Curses!" the man cried, dropping the black trunk as he struggled to free himself. Just as Midge was closing in on him, he glared at her with a fierce mocking gaze, opened his umbrella over his head and-poof! In the wink of an eye, the man disappeared in a cloud of pink smoke!
Cherry gaped at the spot where the man, just moments before, had stood. "Why, he's gone!" she shrieked. "The trunk is moving!" Cherry then cried. The trunk was indeed bumping about on the slick tile floor, seemingly of its own volition!
Midge, her wits still intact, raced over to the trunk but found it locked. Using Velma's nail file, she was soon able to break the lock and fling open the lid. Midge grinned with glee when six nervous poodles in various stages of disarray hopped out and covered her face with little wet kisses. The crowd gave a happy sigh of relief when they saw the missing pups. True, two poodles' topknots had been tangled beyond ready repair, and Mrs. Meeks' Precious would surely benefit from a good bath-and quick-but on the whole, the six missing dogs seemed to be in fine fettle.
"Frank Hardly's saved the dogs!" the crowd cried. "Hip, hip hooray!"
CHAPTER 4
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Thwarted!
"Despite our queer encounter with that devious dognapper, all in all I'd say it's been a lovely day," Cherry exclaimed as she slipped off her ballerina flats and stretched out on the wide back seat of Nancy's snappy canary-yellow convertible. It was a soft summer night and the little group was as happy as could be. Nancy and Cherry were contentedly curled up in the back seat while Midge was behind the wheel, expertly steering the automobile down the country lane leading to River Depths. She had one arm around Velma, who was humming a gay tune.
The girls had made quite a day of it; first the Dog Show and the exciting rescue of the purloined poodles, then a leisurely supper at a quaint restaurant overlooking the lake, and to top it off, a romantic movie at the Royale followed by scrumptious chocolate sodas at an inexpensive but clean corner drugstore.
Midge grinned. She had a crisp new fifty-dollar bill in her wallet-her reward for returning Mrs. Meeks' diamond dog collar-and her girl by her side.
"It's been a great night, hasn't it?" Velma sighed contentedly as she snuggled closer to Midge.
"Sure has," Midge replied. That evening had been fun, but their earlier experience at the Dog Show had left her feeling uneasy. Who could relax knowing innocent dogs all over town were in danger of being snatched? "If only we could have caught that fellow," Midge thought to herself. "Nancy, do you think-" but she stopped when she realized no one in the back seat was listening. Cherry and Nancy appeared to be lost in their own world, one of summer evenings spent round a windswept lake.
"Lake Merrimen is certainly one of the loveliest bodies of water I've ever seen," Cherry chirped happily, recalling the sight of the large, limpid lake ringed by giant paper birches, the best-loved tree in America. As dusk fell, the inky black water reflected the starry skies and the creamy white bark of the tall, elegant trees shimmered in the moonlight. Cherry made a mental note to write a letter that very night to her nurse chums back in Seattle describing the high white clouds, deep blue water, boats and passengers in bright summer clothing that
Cherry was thankful that she had had the foresight to include in her firstaid kit sterile bandages and germicidal ointment for the scraped shins of surprised spectators.
Midge leapt over an enormous Irish wolfhound in an effort to catch the suspect, who, despite his heavy burden, was slipping away. He would have disappeared around the next corner had he not become entangled in the leash of a miniature smoothcoated dachshund who had unwittingly blocked his path.
"Curses!" the man cried, dropping the black trunk as he struggled to free himself. Just as Midge was closing in on him, he glared at her with a fierce mocking gaze, opened his umbrella over his head and-poof! In the wink of an eye, the man disappeared in a cloud of pink smoke!
Cherry gaped at the spot where the man, just moments before, had stood. "Why, he's gone!" she shrieked. "The trunk is moving!" Cherry then cried. The trunk was indeed bumping about on the slick tile floor, seemingly of its own volition!
Midge, her wits still intact, raced over to the trunk but found it locked. Using Velma's nail file, she was soon able to break the lock and fling open the lid. Midge grinned with glee when six nervous poodles in various stages of disarray hopped out and covered her face with little wet kisses. The crowd gave a happy sigh of relief when they saw the missing pups. True, two poodles' topknots had been tangled beyond ready repair, and Mrs. Meeks' Precious would surely benefit from a good bath-and quick-but on the whole, the six missing dogs seemed to be in fine fettle.
"Frank Hardly's saved the dogs!" the crowd cried. "Hip, hip hooray!"
CHAPTER 4
----
Thwarted!
"Despite our queer encounter with that devious dognapper, all in all I'd say it's been a lovely day," Cherry exclaimed as she slipped off her ballerina flats and stretched out on the wide back seat of Nancy's snappy canary-yellow convertible. It was a soft summer night and the little group was as happy as could be. Nancy and Cherry were contentedly curled up in the back seat while Midge was behind the wheel, expertly steering the automobile down the country lane leading to River Depths. She had one arm around Velma, who was humming a gay tune.
The girls had made quite a day of it; first the Dog Show and the exciting rescue of the purloined poodles, then a leisurely supper at a quaint restaurant overlooking the lake, and to top it off, a romantic movie at the Royale followed by scrumptious chocolate sodas at an inexpensive but clean corner drugstore.
Midge grinned. She had a crisp new fifty-dollar bill in her wallet-her reward for returning Mrs. Meeks' diamond dog collar-and her girl by her side.
"It's been a great night, hasn't it?" Velma sighed contentedly as she snuggled closer to Midge.
"Sure has," Midge replied. That evening had been fun, but their earlier experience at the Dog Show had left her feeling uneasy. Who could relax knowing innocent dogs all over town were in danger of being snatched? "If only we could have caught that fellow," Midge thought to herself. "Nancy, do you think-" but she stopped when she realized no one in the back seat was listening. Cherry and Nancy appeared to be lost in their own world, one of summer evenings spent round a windswept lake.
"Lake Merrimen is certainly one of the loveliest bodies of water I've ever seen," Cherry chirped happily, recalling the sight of the large, limpid lake ringed by giant paper birches, the best-loved tree in America. As dusk fell, the inky black water reflected the starry skies and the creamy white bark of the tall, elegant trees shimmered in the moonlight. Cherry made a mental note to write a letter that very night to her nurse chums back in Seattle describing the high white clouds, deep blue water, boats and passengers in bright summer clothing that
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