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will lie down,” she said half out loud. Nancy lay on top of the goose-down comforter on her bed and immediately felt herself drift off to sleep.
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    Nancy woke up to the sound of the phone ringing and sunlight streaming in through her windows.
    â€œHello?” she mumbled, shaking her head to try to clear it. She couldn’t believe how sick she still felt.
    â€œNancy?” Bess’s voice cried. “Are you all right? We were told you got a bad case of food poisoning at the restaurant, and we decided not to disturb you last night.”
    Nancy explained that the doctor didn’t think it was food poisoning. Bess’s reaction was one of shock. “What was it, then?”
    â€œI don’t know,” Nancy said. “I’ll have to wait for the test results, I guess. Until I solve these cases, though, I’ll have to be very careful.”
    â€œYou think there’s something else going on at Tall Pines besides the theft?” Bess asked.
    â€œI’m sure of it.” Nancy paused. “Someone locked us in that sauna. Someone switched the signs on the ski trail. I got dosed last night with something that made me very sick. Someone’s after me, Bess. I’m sure of it.”
    â€œYou think someone knows you’re a detective and wants you out of here?” Bess asked in a low, breathless voice. “But who?”
    â€œI don’t know. Someone’s found out. Or—”
    â€œOr what?” Bess asked.
    â€œOr someone simply wants to sabotage Tall Pines, and I’ve been the accidental victim each time,” Nancy offered.
    â€œSomeone like Rob Watson, you mean,” Bess said.
    â€œExactly.”
    After a short pause Bess asked, “What can George and I do to help?”
    Nancy thought for a moment and then asked her friends to go to Jody’s apartment, sneak in, and do a search of the girl’s belongings. All three times that Nancy had been hurt Jody either had been there or had known where she was going to be. This made her highly suspicious. Could she have stolen the money and found out that Nancy was a detective? It was worth checking out.
    â€œWhat are we looking for?” Bess asked.
    â€œThe rest of the fifty thousand dollars or some sign that Jody’s made large deposits in her bank accounts recently,” Nancy said. “Check to see if she really did go home yesterday between ten fifteen and ten forty-five,” she added, remembering Jody’s alibi.
    â€œThere’s one problem,” Bess told her. “I don’t know how to break into an apartment.”
    Nancy had already thought of that. “Her mom should be at work, so try this: Tell the landlady you’re planning a surprise party for Jody,” she suggested. “Take some balloons. She’ll probably let you in to decorate.”
    Bess giggled. “It just might work.”
    â€œOf course it will,” Nancy promised.
    Nancy lay down for a bit because she still felt awfully woozy, and she worked on a plan to check out Ben Wrobley. Slowly she got dressed and made her way to the building where the employees lived. She knew Ben taught at nine. Itwas five past now, so that gave her plenty of time to search his place. At the employees’ complex Nancy found a directory out front.
    Ben’s apartment turned out to be at the far end of the building. The door was locked, but the lock was only a simple one, not a deadbolt. She pulled a credit card from her pocket and slid it along the doorjamb. A second later she was inside.
    The apartment was just one room, she saw. Although small, it was well organized. A daybed with bolsters served as a couch, and cabinets over the desk provided additional storage. The back wall had a compact kitchenette and a door leading to a bath. Large skiing posters hung on the other three walls.
    Nancy went to the desk first because it was the most logical place for Ben to hide whatever it