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Next, he showed the girls a narrow Incan street. Both sides of it had high stone walls and the driver stopped so the visitors could walk down a short distance to see the famous twelve-sided stone which was part of it. Each girl counted the sides and marveled at the way the ancient stonecutters had trimmed this enormous rock to accommodate the ones fitted around it. The young tourists noticed that all the stones were so perfectly fitted that..
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A low, silver sports car roared past at high speed, missing them by inches. Nancy glimpsed the man at the wheel long enough to register his dark mustache and the pipe clenched in his teeth. "What a menace," George said, shaking her head in disgust. Nancy"
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his insistence, George had made reservations for a flight the next day.
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Lefevre! I'll bet they're one and the
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George took a quick inventory of their purchases, then laughed. "Bess, it's a good thing we got you to leave that last department store or you wouldn't have had enough money left to buy your ticket home," she stated bluntly."
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Everyone said good-night and went to his room.
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Mr. Drew and his wife
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Kendall's eyes lit up. "You have no idea, Noreen. He"
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Madame Valenska sat down in one of the chairs. "Whose fortune shall I tell first?" she asked the girls. Nancy stepped forward. "Mine. I mean . . . maybe you can tell me about something I lost." Madame invited Nancy to sit in the chair facing her. She waved her hands in front of Nancy's face. "I can see your name begins with a P. Is it . . . Patty?" Nancy heard Jessie begin to laugh. "It's Nancy," Nancy said. "Nancy, Patty--close enough," Ma..
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I'm inclined to believe that August must be convinced it was taken to the hold," Rod said."
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interior. Within a few minutes a bell from within started to toll.
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What a time for the bulb to got Wait here. I'll get one from the kitchen." As"
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I still think Barty must be a crook,
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from her purse. "We have to follow that car!" "But not too close," Nancy replied. "We'd make them suspicious." The girls waited three minutes before backing out into the main highway and then turning into the adjacent road. Though the automobile ahead had disappeared, tire prints were plainly visible. The road twisted through a stretch of wood-land. When finally the tire prints turned off into a heavily wooded narrow lane, Nancy was sure th..
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Slowly she surveyed her surroundings and took in the tiny gold lights glinting in every store window and the twin glass elevators decked in red and green bows. A banner hung from the second floor balcony, declaring ONLY SEVEN MORE SHOPPING DAYS TILL XMAS!
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Do you mind if we stop at the Hip Hop Shop?" Bess asked pleadingly."
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George's eyes lit up as she considered that there might be a mystery to solve.
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WHICH way is Melborne?
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Yes, Manda. You're becoming a good detective.
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Bald Head Cave.
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George liked computers and was always sharing interesting facts with her friends.
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One thing is for sure, she thought. Work is the best antidote for worry. I'll get back to Twin Elms and do some more sleuthing there.
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famous fashion designer
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We have photostating equipment right here. I'll have a couple of copies made while you wait. Or shall I send them to your office?" Mr. Drew"
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Soon a messenger brought back the will, together with two photostats of the document.
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Gosh, Bess, you'd think you were going on a date with a hot new guy instead of to a book signing at a stuffy downtown hotel. If I didn't know how much you love romance novels, I'd wonder what had gotten into you.
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That's the direction the thieves took," Nancy told him, noting the dust and tire marks which revealed the van's exit onto the highway. "But," she added, glancing at the dashboard clock, "they're probably too far away by this time for us to catch them." "Yes, ding it," Jeff muttered. Nancy drove as rapidly as the law permitted toward Melborne. All the while, Jeff Tucker peered from one side of the road to the other."
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That's point number one against Mr.
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just bought himself a new set of clubs a couple of months
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I'm
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NANCY DREW
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NANCY DREW began peeling off her garden gloves as she ran up the porch steps and into the hall to answer the ringing telephone. She picked it up and said, "Hello!" "Hi, Nancy! This is Helen." Although Helen Corning was nearly three years older than Nancy, the two girls were close friends. "Are you tied up on a case?" Helen asked. "No. What's up? A mystery?" "Yes--a haunted house."
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hunting for a needle in a haystack.
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night?
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Chapter Four Flavor Saver
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ice cream,
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MEET ME AT AIRPORT TOMORROW MORNING AT SEVEN. JEWELRY IN BRASS CHEST EXAMINED. WE MUST LOCATE OWNER.
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Mr. Clyde Mead
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George
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The two women watched Judy intently as they introduced themselves as Edna and Mary Turner, great-aunts of the little girl.
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