Stop the Clock by Keene Carolyn

Stop the Clock by Keene Carolyn

Author:Keene, Carolyn [Keene, Carolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Childrens, Young Adult, Mystery, Adventure, Crime, Age Range 1 Younger Audience
ISBN: 9780689873362
Amazon: 0689873360
Goodreads: 149602
Publisher: Aladdin
Published: 2005-07-01T00:00:00+00:00


7

Just Like an Old Case

That’s odd, I thought. “Did he leave a number where he could be reached?” I asked Hannah.

“No. He just said he wanted to talk to you in person, Nancy,” Hannah said. “He gave me his address with directions on how to get there.”

“Just a minute,” I said. I quickly took a notepad out of my purse. “Go ahead,” I told Hannah. I recognized the address right away. Henry Mead lives in one of the new estates with multimillion-dollar homes being built along the Muskoka River north of River Heights. They all have French names, and each estate is the size of three normal houses put together. “Thanks, Hannah,” I said.

“What’s up?” Ned asked.

I told him about the message, then asked if he’d like to join me.

“Sure,” Ned replied. “Who is this guy, anyway?”

“He’s a friend of the family. He and Dad roomed together in college,” I said. “He is a lawyer who specializes in wills and trusts.”

“Sounds promising,” Ned said.

Ned and I got back into his car and headed for the highway that would take us to Mr. Mead’s house. It paralleled the river, so it was a beautiful drive.

It took us half an hour to get to the estates, then another fifteen minutes to find Mr. Mead’s address. This was the first time I had ever been in this particular development, and I was absolutely stunned by how huge the homes were.

There were several expensive cars parked in the long driveway that led to Mr. Mead’s house.

“Did Hannah say anything about a party?” Ned asked. “Is that why we’re here?”

“No, she just said that Mr. Mead wanted to talk to me right away,” I replied.

“Where should I park, Nancy?” Ned asked.

I looked around, trying to spot an open space near the front entrance. There was none, so I said, “Just pull up near the front door and wait. I’ll go find out what he wants me to know, and if it’s going to take more than a few minutes, I’ll call you on your cell phone. Okay?”

“Okay,” Ned said.

When Ned drove under the portico, I hopped out, ran up the marble steps, and rang the bell. Almost immediately the door opened, and a man dressed like a butler said, “Yes?”

“I’m Nancy Drew,” I told him. “Mr. Mead called and wanted me to come by. He said he had some information for me about the library clock that was stolen.”

I could tell by the look on the man’s face that he didn’t know what I was talking about.

“Well, I’m sorry, Miss Drew, but I honestly don’t think . . .”

Just then I looked over the man’s shoulder and saw Henry Mead talking to a couple who looked as though they were about to leave.

“Mr. Mead!” I called to him.

The butler looked aghast. “Miss Drew, please! This isn’t the time to—”

“Is that Nancy Drew?” Mr. Mead called. He motioned to the couple that he’d be right back, then he headed toward the front door. “Well, this is a very pleasant surprise,” he said when he reached me.



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