063 Mixed Signals by Carolyn Keene

Author:Carolyn Keene [Keene, Carolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Ten

NANCY FELT the blood drain from her face. Quickly rereading the note, she handed it to Bess. “Someone doesn’t want me on this case,” she said, frowning.

“It’s a threat,” Bess said worriedly. “I don’t like this, Nancy.”

“Well, it’s not going to work.” With a determined jab, Nancy reached into her bag for the note Randy had received. She sat down on the sofa and spread out the two notes on the table, then peered from one to the other. Although one was on white paper and the other on yellow, they were both typed using only capital letters.

Suddenly she leaned forward. “Hey, look at this. The capital E in each note is the same. The bottom of it is broken off.” She pointed to the E’s in both her note and Randy’s. “These were definitely typed on the same typewriter.”

“Which means that you’re really in danger,” Bess said with a quaver. “Oh, Nan, maybe we should leave in the morning. We don’t have to stay all weekend.”

“We can’t leave just because things are heating up,” Nancy protested. She leaned forward to study the notes once again. “If I could just find the machine that these were typed on . . .”

Bess rolled her eyes. “Oh, sure, it’ll only take a few hundred years to try out every typewriter on campus,” she teased.

Shooting her friend a challenging glance, Nancy said, “We don’t have to try every typewriter,” she said. “But some of our suspects do happen to live right in this dorm. We can’t check Tamara’s room, since we know she’s in there now. But she’s not our only suspect.”

“You mean Danielle? But what if she’s in her room?” Bess asked nervously.

Nancy grabbed Bess and pulled her toward the door. “There’s only one way to find out.”

A few minutes later, after checking the directory in the lobby, the girls were walking stealthily down the empty third-floor hallway.

“Here it is,” Bess whispered. “Three fourteen.”

Holding her breath, Nancy knocked on the door. There was no answer. “Perfect,” she said, kneeling and pulling her lockpick set from her purse. A moment later she had the lock clicking open.

“Okay, you wait in the lounge by the elevator,” she instructed. “And—”

“And if Danielle comes, I’ll stall her,” Bess finished. “We’ve already been over this, Nan. Don’t worry about me. Just hurry!”

As Bess went back down the hall, Nancy slipped into Danielle’s room and turned on the light. She glanced quickly around the small room, taking in the dresser, bed, desk, and closet.

Going methodically around the room, she searched them all, checking for a typewriter or for anything that could hold kerosene. She even opened the makeup jars on top of Danielle’s dresser, but she didn’t find anything unusual.

After ten minutes Nancy made herself stop and take a deep breath. There should at least be a typewriter, she thought. Where was it?

She froze as she heard footsteps in the hall outside, but a moment later they passed by. That was when Nancy’s gaze lit on the small computer on Danielle’s desk.

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