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Authors: Carolyn Keene
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snapped and yelped, trying his best to bite Ned.
“Ned, look out!” Nancy exclaimed.
“Be careful!” Nancy begged.
Suddenly, above the sounds of the growling dog, came a man’s icy command. “Stop that, Prince!” To Ned, he cried out, “And you, ruffian, what are you doing here?”
CHAPTER X
The Haunted House
THE speaker, carrying a flashlight, strode into view. Nancy nearly tumbled from her perch in dismay.
The man was Mark Bradshaw!
His mouth set grimly, he stared at Ned, who still held the dog by the collar. An involuntary gasp from Nancy made the artist look up suddenly into the tree. He blinked, then asked, “What is the meaning of this, Nancy?”
As he spoke, Mr. Bradshaw took the pinscher from Ned. The animal immediately quieted down and crouched at his master’s feet.
“Mr. Bradshaw,” Nancy began, “I’m dreadfully sorry. Before I explain, let me introduce my friend Ned Nickerson. Ned, this is Mr. Bradshaw, the artist who makes stained-glass windows.”
Mr. Bradshaw acknowledged the introduction but did not put out his hand to shake Ned’s.
Nancy hurried on with her explanation. “I know we’re trespassing on your property,” she said. “I dropped a compact near the studio this morning and returned to get it. Your dog came after me and I ran. I couldn’t think of anything else to do but climb a tree. Ned was waiting for me some distance back. When I didn’t return, he came to look for me.”
“That’s right,” Ned said.
“I’d like to come down,” Nancy said. “Will you please hold your dog?”
The artist did not reply. He did speak to the pinscher, though, telling him everything was all right and to be quiet. Nancy slid down the tree and stood before Mr. Bradshaw.
“Ned and I will hurry along now and I’ll see you in the morning.”
Mr. Bradshaw’s harsh expression did not relax. In icy tones he said, “We’ll forget the whole incident, Nancy. But I shall be busy for the next few days and unable to give you further lessons.”
“Please call me,” Nancy urged. The young sleuth berated herself for having been caught. She probably had lost her opportunity to keep an eye on Rugby at the studio.
As she and Ned made their way back toward the driveway, Mr. Bradshaw and the dog followed them. Nancy kept flashing her light as if she were looking for the compact. When they reached the studio, she saw it gleaming in the bush. Nancy pounced upon it eagerly, hoping her action might soften Mr. Bradshaw’s attitude. Now, believing that she had told the truth, he might let her resume the lessons. But the man walked with them as far as his home without speaking.
“Nice sociable guy,” Ned commented later.
Nancy sighed. “He may have heard that I like to solve mysteries and is wondering why I was spying around his place.”
When Nancy and Ned reached the Carr home, they heard music and singing. George was doing a comic impersonation. But she stopped in the middle of it and stared at her chum.
“Nancy! You’re a mess! What have you been doing?”
“Climbing a tree,” Nancy replied and explained about her predicament.
Instead of sympathizing with Nancy, her friends burst into laughter. Burt struck a pose as if holding a newspaper and began reading an imaginary headline:
NANCY DREW, GREAT DETECTIVE, Treed By Villainous Hound!
“That’s enough teasing,” Bess announced. “Let’s continue our game of imitating famous people.”
Nancy changed her clothes and joined the group. At one o’clock the visiting boys announced they must say good-by. “We’ll see you at Emerson for the Spring Dance.”
“We’ll be there,” the girls chorused.
The following morning, when Nancy was relaxing under a large oak tree and wondering how she might find out more about Alonzo Rugby, the rural delivery mailman drove up in his car. Nancy hurried to meet him at the mailbox.
“Good morning,” she said. “I hope there’s some mail for me.”
“If you’re Nancy
“Ned, look out!” Nancy exclaimed.
“Be careful!” Nancy begged.
Suddenly, above the sounds of the growling dog, came a man’s icy command. “Stop that, Prince!” To Ned, he cried out, “And you, ruffian, what are you doing here?”
CHAPTER X
The Haunted House
THE speaker, carrying a flashlight, strode into view. Nancy nearly tumbled from her perch in dismay.
The man was Mark Bradshaw!
His mouth set grimly, he stared at Ned, who still held the dog by the collar. An involuntary gasp from Nancy made the artist look up suddenly into the tree. He blinked, then asked, “What is the meaning of this, Nancy?”
As he spoke, Mr. Bradshaw took the pinscher from Ned. The animal immediately quieted down and crouched at his master’s feet.
“Mr. Bradshaw,” Nancy began, “I’m dreadfully sorry. Before I explain, let me introduce my friend Ned Nickerson. Ned, this is Mr. Bradshaw, the artist who makes stained-glass windows.”
Mr. Bradshaw acknowledged the introduction but did not put out his hand to shake Ned’s.
Nancy hurried on with her explanation. “I know we’re trespassing on your property,” she said. “I dropped a compact near the studio this morning and returned to get it. Your dog came after me and I ran. I couldn’t think of anything else to do but climb a tree. Ned was waiting for me some distance back. When I didn’t return, he came to look for me.”
“That’s right,” Ned said.
“I’d like to come down,” Nancy said. “Will you please hold your dog?”
The artist did not reply. He did speak to the pinscher, though, telling him everything was all right and to be quiet. Nancy slid down the tree and stood before Mr. Bradshaw.
“Ned and I will hurry along now and I’ll see you in the morning.”
Mr. Bradshaw’s harsh expression did not relax. In icy tones he said, “We’ll forget the whole incident, Nancy. But I shall be busy for the next few days and unable to give you further lessons.”
“Please call me,” Nancy urged. The young sleuth berated herself for having been caught. She probably had lost her opportunity to keep an eye on Rugby at the studio.
As she and Ned made their way back toward the driveway, Mr. Bradshaw and the dog followed them. Nancy kept flashing her light as if she were looking for the compact. When they reached the studio, she saw it gleaming in the bush. Nancy pounced upon it eagerly, hoping her action might soften Mr. Bradshaw’s attitude. Now, believing that she had told the truth, he might let her resume the lessons. But the man walked with them as far as his home without speaking.
“Nice sociable guy,” Ned commented later.
Nancy sighed. “He may have heard that I like to solve mysteries and is wondering why I was spying around his place.”
When Nancy and Ned reached the Carr home, they heard music and singing. George was doing a comic impersonation. But she stopped in the middle of it and stared at her chum.
“Nancy! You’re a mess! What have you been doing?”
“Climbing a tree,” Nancy replied and explained about her predicament.
Instead of sympathizing with Nancy, her friends burst into laughter. Burt struck a pose as if holding a newspaper and began reading an imaginary headline:
NANCY DREW, GREAT DETECTIVE, Treed By Villainous Hound!
“That’s enough teasing,” Bess announced. “Let’s continue our game of imitating famous people.”
Nancy changed her clothes and joined the group. At one o’clock the visiting boys announced they must say good-by. “We’ll see you at Emerson for the Spring Dance.”
“We’ll be there,” the girls chorused.
The following morning, when Nancy was relaxing under a large oak tree and wondering how she might find out more about Alonzo Rugby, the rural delivery mailman drove up in his car. Nancy hurried to meet him at the mailbox.
“Good morning,” she said. “I hope there’s some mail for me.”
“If you’re Nancy
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