Stay Tuned for Danger

by Carolyn Keene

As Pappas breezed by her, Nancy grabbed Mattie’s elbow, and they followed him. The producer walked immediately over to the chief of security and began asking questions. Nancy and Mattie got as close as they could without being noticed and listened intently.

  “It looks like an accident, plain and simple, Mr. Pappas,” the security man was saying.

  “Thank you,” Pappas muttered. Then he strode directly over to where the lighting technicians were gathered. “Which one of you was responsible for checking the lights this week?” he asked.

  “I was,” admitted one of the men unhappily. It was the man with the beard who had talked to Nancy and Bess earlier. “But they checked out fine. In fact, just this morning—”

  “What’s your name?” asked Pappas darkly.

  “Uh, MacPherson, Mr. Pappas, but—”

  “You’re fired, MacPherson. Stop by the front office and pick up your severance pay. I don’t ever want to see you around here again, understand?” Before the man could say another word, Pappas was gone.

  Mattie and Nancy looked at each other. “You’ve got to believe me,” Mattie whispered urgently. “That was no accident, I’m sure of it!”

  Nancy sighed. If security thought it was an accident, it probably was. Still . . . “I think I’ll take a look around myself. You never know.”

  There wasn’t much to see. All the glass from the broken light had been swept into a pile in the corner, and the light itself was in pieces against the wall. Each piece had been tagged for reference. Security seemed to have done a thorough job.

  Nancy was about to give up and go back to Rick’s dressing room but decided to take a last look around. As she walked over to the back wall of the living room, a flash of something metallic caught her eye, and she bent to the floor. There, almost completely hidden from view, was a piece of metal with a bolt attached. One edge of the metal was shiny, as if it had been scraped or cut.

  Nancy walked over to the lighting technician, who was gloomily gathering his things together. “Excuse me,” she said, “but—could I ask you a question?”

  The man turned around and looked at her for a moment. “Oh, hi, I remember you. You’re the girl who saved Rick’s life,” he said with a smile. “I guess I should thank you. I’d have been in real trouble if he’d gotten hurt.”

  “You don’t have to thank me,” Nancy waved him off. “But you could tell me what this is.” She showed him the bolt she’d found.

  “Why, that’s a C-clamp. They’re used to hold the lights on the bar.”

  “Does it look odd to you? Is there anything strange about it?”

  MacPherson studied the clamp briefly. “One end’s been sawed,” he gasped. “Almost clean through. The rest looks like it snapped off. This must be— But if—”

  “Just what I was thinking,” Nancy said, agreeing. “That was no accident this morning. The light was rigged so it would fall. Somebody tried to kill Rick Arlen—and almost succeeded!”

  Chapter Four

  “DO YOU BELIEVE me now?” Mattie was on the verge of tears as she pleaded with the chief of security. She and Nancy had just shown him the broken clamp. “I’ve been telling people for weeks that someone was after Rick, but nobody believed me. You’ve got to believe me now!”

  “Now, Mattie,” Pappas said, patting his leading lady on the arm. “Let’s not get hysterical and blow this out of proportion.”

  “Well, I’ll be,” the security man muttered as he examined the C-clamp. “Where exactly did you say you found this, young lady?”

  “By the back wall of the set,” Nancy replied.

  “Well, it proves the light was sabotaged. No doubt about it.”

  “This is just what I need,” Pappas muttered in frustration. “I don’t have enough problems without someone sabotaging my show!”

  “Mr. Pappas, who actually has access to this stage?” the chief wanted to know.

  “Well, the crew and the actors, of course. Nobody else, really. Maybe an occasional guest, but they all register at the front desk.”

  “Wasn’t there a tour group in here earlier today?” Nancy asked.

  Pappas snapped his fingers. “Right!”

  “And some of them were mad at Rory Danner, too,” Nancy said.

  “You don’t suppose some crazy fan could have—” Pappas shook his head.

  “There’re a lot of nuts out there, Mr. Pappas,” the chief said. “All it takes is one person who can’t tell fantasy from reality.”

  “That settles it!” Pappas exclaimed. “From now on this set is closed to anyone not directly involved in the show.” Yelling across the studio, Pappas repeated his order for everyone to hear. “That means no guests, no agents, no mothers, fathers, sisters, or brothers. I want this set sealed tighter than a pharaoh’s tomb!

  “Now, we’ll take a couple-hour break and then back to work. If you need anything, I’ll be in my office.”

  After Pappas walked away, Nancy turned toward Mattie.

  “Thank goodness he gave us a break,” she told Nancy. “I’ve got to go rest.” Rubbing her eyes, she added, “See you later. And thanks again for saving Rick’s life.” Flashing Nancy a grateful smile, Mattie walked off the set.

  Since the set was closed to guests, Nancy and Bess had to leave. Nancy began to make her way back toward Rick’s dressing room to collect Bess. But she soon realized she must have gone through the wrong door or made a wrong turn somewhere. One long corridor led to another, and for a moment Nancy didn’t know which way to turn. Then the sound of a door slowly opening caught her attention. Instinctively knowing that she shouldn’t be there, Nancy moved back into a recessed doorway and waited silently.

  Nancy could just see Lillian Weiss nervously looking both ways before stepping into the hall. Once the door was closed behind her, Lillian seemed to relax. Nancy’s heart was in her throat as she realized Lillian was heading straight for her. Nancy opened the door behind her and slammed it, making it sound as if she had just come through that door. She stepped out into the corridor.

  “Well, well,” Lillian said, greeting Nancy with a snarl. “Is our fair rescuer lost and helpless?”

  “Yes, I guess I am. I was looking for Rick’s dressing room, actually,” Nancy told her. Well, it was almost the truth.

  “Continue down this corridor and make your first left,” Lillian snapped. “And by the way, it was nice knowing you. I’m sure now that Pappas has closed the set, you won’t be around anymore. Too bad. I’m sure you were Rick’s favorite little bodyguard.” With a smug smile, Lillian continued down the hall and disappeared around a corner.

  The room that Lillian had come out of turned out to be the prop room. After making sure she was alone, Nancy ventured inside.

  At first she was overwhelmed by what she saw. The room was huge, with several long aisles. Stacked from floor to ceiling, making an incredible clutter, were thousands upon thousands of items—anything that could ever possibly be needed on the set of the show. As organized as the room seemed to be, with everything numbered and labeled, there was no way to keep it all neat. Dust covered some of the items that hadn’t been used recently, and Nancy felt her nose begin to itch.

  There seemed to be nobody there, but when Nancy sneezed, she heard a rustling in a far corner. A copy of the Daily News moved, and a grizzled head poked out from under it. The old man had a mop of unruly white hair flowing out from an ancient orange cap.

  “Who’s there?” a crackly voice called. “I’m awake, I’m awake. On the job all the time, yessir! What can I do for you?”

  Nancy couldn’t help smiling at the wizened old man. He wore red suspenders, which held up a pair of baggy gray pants, and he was covered with as much dust as everything else in the room. Nancy would have almost believed that he had been sleeping there uninterrupted for years.

  “Sorry, I must have opened the wrong door,” she said, apologizing.

  “Oh, it’s good to have a little company,” the man said. “This week has been just kitchen stuff and living
room knickknacks, day after day. I’ve been sitting here reading my paper all week without seeing a soul.”

  “But wasn’t the assistant director in here just a moment ago?” Nancy said.

  “Who? Lillian? Nah, haven’t seen Lillian in ages. The only time she ever came into the prop room was to complain that a butcher knife didn’t look sharp enough. I had to put a little oil on it to give it that threatening gleam when the camera panned in on it. That’s an old prop man’s trick, you know.”

  “Achoo!” Nancy couldn’t help sneezing again. “Are you sure no one was in here earlier?” she asked again, persisting.

  “Absolutely one hundred percent, young lady. And nobody gets anything by me.”

  That’s what you think, Nancy thought as she said goodbye to the prop man. As she stepped back into the corridor and made her way to Rick’s dressing room, Nancy’s mind was in a whirl. Maybe one of the fans from the tour group had tampered with the klieg light. She supposed it was possible. But even so, something funny was definitely going on. What had Lillian been doing in the prop room? And why was she so hostile? Nancy was determined to find out. And that meant she had to get onto the set again the next day and do some more checking around.

  Here I am, she said to herself as she turned a corner and saw the familiar door with the star on it. Wait till I tell Bess what I found!

  A moment later, after a quick knock, she threw open the door, smiling broadly. What she saw made her stop dead. Bess was in Rick’s arms, and they looked about a split second away from a kiss too steamy for TV!

  Chapter Five

  “NANCY!” BESS CRIED, awkwardly trying to disentangle herself from rick’s embrace.

  Nancy looked from a blushing Bess to Rick and back, “I’m sorry to interrupt, but—”

  “It’s not what you think!” Bess said, interrupting her as she tossed her blond hair over her shoulder and straightened her collar. “Rick just asked me to help him rehearse, that’s all.”

  “She’s very talented,” Rick said, putting his arm around Bess’s waist and drawing her closer.

  “Well, I just came to tell you that Pappas closed the set to all visitors,” Nancy said, looking at Bess.

  But Bess wasn’t about to let anything ruin her day. “Nancy, you’ll never guess what Rick has offered to do!”

  “It’s really nothing,” Rick said, protesting.

  “Nothing?” Bess replied, her eyes dancing with excitement. “You call taking me all over the city in a limousine nothing?”

  “Well, I already have the limousine.” Rick shrugged modestly.

  “He’s going to give me a personal tour of the city on Saturday! Would you believe he’s never been on top of the Empire State Building?”

  “How can you live in New York and not visit the Empire State Building?” Nancy asked.

  “Actually, a lot of New Yorkers have never been there,” he explained. “We always say we’re going to go someday, but somehow we never get around to it. It’ll be a real treat for me.”

  Bess continued to gaze at the handsome TV star. Nancy couldn’t help worrying that her friend might be getting in over her head.

  “Bess, aren’t you forgetting that Rick might be in danger? I don’t know if it’s such a great idea for you to be alone with him, you know.”

  “Don’t be silly!” Rick laughed, wiping his makeup off with a thick cloth. “I can take care of both of us. Listen, I’ve got an even better idea—why don’t you come, too? I’m sure I could round up a friend for you.”

  “That’s great!” Bess cried happily, turning to Nancy.

  “Okay, count me in,” Nancy agreed. Spending the day with Rick was one way to keep an eye on him. And on Bess.

  “Come on, Bess,” she said, taking her friend by the elbow. “We’d better leave the set. Nice meeting you, Rick.” Nancy turned to the door, but Bess wasn’t quite finished talking to Rick.

  “Well, I’m sorry we have to go so soon, but we’re definitely on for Saturday, aren’t we?” she asked.

  “I can hardly wait, love,” he replied, blowing her a kiss. “Till then, ‘Parting is such sweet sorrow.’ ”

  As soon as she closed the door, Bess stood stock-still for a moment. Then she leaned on the wall in a daze. “Did you hear? He called me ‘love.’ ”

  “I heard,” Nancy replied uneasily.

  “Oh, Nancy,” Bess cooed, “he’s so wonderful! Not at all conceited like some big stars probably are. Just think, I have a date with the Rick Arlen. Me—Bess Marvin, regular person! Do you know how many girls would kill for a date with the star of ‘Danner’s Dream’?”

  “Yeah—” Nancy said, only half paying attention. She was wondering who was trying to kill Rick Arlen—and why?

  “We were standing there, watching this intense scene. I mean, it was so quiet you could hear your heart beating!” Bess was going over the whole day as Nancy’s aunt emptied a package of white mushrooms into her food processor. “And then, well, the light just snapped! Right in front of our eyes! Right, Nancy?”

  Nancy looked up from the microwave, where she was getting ready to bake three potatoes. “Uh-huh,” she agreed.

  “And Nancy saved the day. You should have seen her,” Bess said, continuing. “I don’t know how she reacted so fast. The light only missed him by a few inches. And Rick is amazing. He wasn’t even afraid! He said it was all in a day’s work. Can you believe it?”

  Eloise’s eyes clouded over with worry. “I’m not sure I want you two poking around in a place where they have accidents like that,” she said, shaking her head.

  Nancy looked over at Bess and put her finger on her lips, but Bess didn’t pick up on it.

  “Oh, no!” Bess went on. “It wasn’t an accident! Nancy found the evidence—somebody tampered with the light!”

  “Nancy!” Aunt Eloise exclaimed. “Do you mean to say Mattie was right to suspect something was wrong? Oh, dear, please be careful! I don’t want you getting hurt.”

  Bess laughed and shook her head. “Don’t worry, Rick says it’s just some crazy fan trying to scare him. Now that they’ve closed the set, I’m sure there won’t be any more trouble.”

  Just then the phone rang.

  “Hello?” Eloise answered. “Oh, yes, Mattie, we’re here. Come on up.” Replacing the receiver, she said, “I hope it’s all right if Mattie joins us. I should have asked you first.”

  “It’s fine with me!” Bess cried happily.

  Nancy went to the vegetable bin and took out another potato. After rinsing it, she popped it into the microwave.

  “That’s it,” Eloise said. “Dinner in ten minutes.”

  In a few minutes there was a knock on the door, and Nancy went to open it.

  “Hi, everybody!” Mattie called as she breezed into the apartment with a bouquet of spring flowers. Nancy was amazed at how carefree Mattie seemed. “Oh, I’m so happy you’re on the case,” she cried, embracing Nancy warmly. “I know nothing bad can happen to Rick now.”

  Nancy frowned slightly. Everyone seemed to think Rick Arlen was safe, including Rick himself. She wasn’t at all convinced.

  “Did you hear about your niece, this morning’s heroine?” Mattie said, going over to kiss Eloise and hand her the flowers. “You weren’t exaggerating when you told me how brave she was.”

  Eloise reddened and looked over at Nancy. “Don’t get the wrong idea,” she warned. “I’m proud of you, but that doesn’t mean I approve of your taking unnecessary risks. Please be careful.”

  “I will,” Nancy promised.

  Dinner was ready, and the four of them gathered around the large oak table in the dining area.

  “Marinated steak. Smells great, and I don’t mind saying so myself,” Eloise remarked. “I may not be the greatest cook, but every once in a while I do all right.”

  “I can testify personally that she’s a fantastic cook,” Mattie said with a laugh. After they ate and chatted for a while, Mattie turned more serious and asked, “So, Nancy, what do you thi
nk? Was it someone from the tour group who tampered with the light?”

  “Well, some people seem to think that,” Nancy answered. “But from what I can tell, his fans aren’t the only ones who’re angry at Rick. There are other people—people who see him every day. Pappas, for instance. Or Lillian Weiss. Maybe others, too.”

  “Hah! You don’t know the half of it,” Mattie said. “There isn’t a person on that set who Rick hasn’t alienated at one time or another.”

  “Really? Why?” Nancy wondered.

  “Oh, Rick’s just— He’s talented, handsome, and rich. Some people would hate him just for that, but he’s also walked over a lot of people to get where he is. He’s used a lot of people, broken a lot of hearts—” She sighed deeply.

  Was one of those broken hearts Mattie’s? Nancy wondered. The actress seemed so fragile and sad when she talked about Rick.

  “I wish I could point to just one person and say, That’s the one,’ but Rick has made a lot of enemies.” Mattie shook her head and reached for her glass of mineral water.

  “People resent his success,” Bess commented. “He was telling me about that today, about how jealous people are of him. How they all want something from him.”

  “Oh,” Mattie said, turning to face Bess. “You two were talking together?”

  “Uh-huh!” Bess said happily. “We found out we have a lot in common.”

  “I see,” Mattie said, looking down at her plate.

  “Wait a minute,” Bess said slowly. “You two aren’t going out or anything, are you?”

  “Oh, no,” Mattie quickly replied. “That is, not anymore.”

  So, Mattie was one of those broken hearts! Nancy thought.

  “Oh, phew.” Bess breathed a sigh of relief. “I wouldn’t want to steal somebody else’s boyfriend or anything. You see, he’s asked me out for Saturday.”

  “He—he asked you out?” Mattie whispered. Her eyes grew incredibly wide, and her mouth fell open.

  “Yes,” Nancy interjected soothingly. “And I’m going along, too. It’s perfect, don’t you think? That way I can keep an eye on Rick.”