Intruder (Nancy Drew by Keene Carolyn

Author:Keene, Carolyn [Keene, Carolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Young Adult, Childrens, Adventure
Amazon: B00768D5X8
Goodreads: 20693343
Publisher: Aladdin
Published: 2007-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

9

Important Clues

Nancy, are you all right? Can you hear me?”

At the sound of Bess’s voice, I opened my eyes with a flutter and saw my friend’s anxious face peering closely into my own. As I regained consciousness, I became aware of the painful lump on the back of my head and realized that I was lying on the ground.

“I’ll call an ambulance!” Mr. Olsen declared, peering down at me.

“No, wait! Please don’t,” I said weakly. “I’m fine. Really.” With Bess’s help, I sat up slowly. My clothes were damp from lying in the wet grass.

“What happened, Nancy?” Bess asked. “Did you trip and fall?”

“No, someone conked me on the head,” I told her. I explored the tender spot at the back of my scalp with trembling fingers. “Ouch!” I exclaimed, pressing too hard on the lump.

“Did you see who it was?” Mr. Olsen asked.

I shook my aching head slowly. “No, I thought it was Bess coming up behind me,” I admitted. “Then—whammo!”

“I’ll take a quick look around,” Mr. Olsen declared. He hurried off deeper into the woods toward the river.

“Help me up, Bess,” I said. As I rose slowly to my feet, supported by Bess, I suddenly realized that my hands were empty. I looked around on the ground at me feet.

“Hey, do you see any bubble gum wrappers?” I asked.

Bess shot me a skeptical glance. I could tell she was wondering just how hard I’d been hit on the head. “Bubble gum wrappers?” she asked hesitantly.

“I found two of them right here,” I said. “I was bending over picking up the second one when I got clobbered.”

“No, I don’t see anything,” Bess replied, glancing around.

“That’s weird,” I muttered. “Why take the wrappers?”

“Incriminating evidence?” Bess suggested. She arched her brows. “An important clue?”

“I think you’re right,” I agreed. “Someone has been trespassing on the Olsens’ property, and whoever it is chews strawberry-flavored bubble gum.”

Mr. Olsen returned then. He was panting heavily, and I knew he’d been running. “I didn’t see anybody down that way, and no yellow car, either,” he announced. Then, noting that I was on my feet again, he asked anxiously, “Nancy, are you sure you’re all right? You might have a concussion. Or perhaps you need stitches,” he insisted.

“I’ll be fine,” I replied. But to satisfy him, I bent my head down and let Bess examine the lump. When she declared that there was no gaping wound, Mr. Olsen reluctantly quit pressing me to see a doctor.

“At least come back to the house for an ice pack and a cold drink—or hot tea, if you prefer,” he offered.

“That sounds good,” I admitted, realizing suddenly how thirsty I was. “I need to make a phone call, too, and then I want to explore your basement.”

Mr. Olsen shook his head admiringly. “You’ve got spunk, Nancy Drew! That much is certain.”

Back at the house, we found George and Mrs. Olsen laughing together while they enjoyed a snack in the kitchen. George happily informed us that the computer was working again and domestic help was on the way.

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