The Dashing Dog Mystery by Carolyn Keene

Author:Carolyn Keene
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780743437066
Publisher: Aladdin
Published: 2001-12-15T05:00:00+00:00

Prince Fabian’s collar was made out of stretchy red fabric, not leather. And the rhinestones were shaped like hearts, not bones.

“Um . . . I’m sorry I accused you,” Nancy apologized. She explained to Petra that someone had taken Chip’s collar the day before at the Dashing Dog.

When she had finished, she added, “Where did you get this collar, anyway?”

“At the Dashing Dog,” Petra replied. “When my mom picked me up, I told her about not winning the raffle. So she came into the salon and bought me this collar instead.”

Nancy apologized to Petra again. Then she, Bess, and George turned to leave.

Nancy had a hard time getting Chip to come with them. She was having such a good time playing with Prince Fabian. Nancy finally got her to part with her new friend after bribing her with a doggie biscuit.

“Now what?” Bess asked Nancy once they were out on the sidewalk.

“Now we go to my house to have lunch,” Nancy said. “Then, afterward, we check out Suspect Number Two.”

After a yummy lunch of grilled-cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, courtesy of Hannah, Nancy and her friends got permission to pay Mrs. Vanderpool a visit. Mrs. Vanderpool lived near the park where the girls liked to play.

This time Nancy left Chip with Hannah. It was Chip’s nap time, anyway.

Mrs. Vanderpool’s house was an enormous white mansion with big, tall columns. The girls walked down a path lined with low bushes and stone statues of Yorkshire terriers.

“Oh, brother,” George said, rolling her eyes at the statues.

In a shady spot near the garage, Nancy thought she saw the melting remains of a snow statue. It looked suspiciously like a cat. She wondered if Lucas had made it.

Nancy knocked on the door. After a minute it was answered by a woman dressed in a maid’s uniform.

“Yes, may I help you?” the woman said.

“We’d like to see Mrs. Vanderpool,” Bess piped up.

“She’s not home right now,” the maid replied.

“How about Lucas?” Nancy said quickly.

The maid smiled and opened the door wider. “He’s upstairs in his room. Why don’t you go on up? It’s the third door on the right.”

Nancy grinned. “Thanks!”

Nancy, Bess, and George went through the doorway and up the marble staircase.

Mrs. Vanderpool’s house was as fancy on the inside as it was on the outside. It was furnished with antique furniture and red velvet curtains. The walls were covered with gold-and-red wallpaper. There were several portraits of Yorkies in the front hallway.

“Why do you want to see Lucas?” Bess whispered to Nancy as they went up the stairs.

“If his grandmother took the collar, he might know something,” Nancy whispered back. “Plus, this gives us an excuse to look for those Yorkies. Maybe one of them is wearing Chip’s collar.”

George gave Nancy a thumbs-up sign. “Good idea!”

When they got to the upstairs landing, Nancy turned and proceeded down the hall. She spotted the two Yorkies. They were crouched in front of a closed door and sniffing like mad.

“That’s the third doorway on the right — Lucas’s bedroom,” Nancy whispered.

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