Sisters in Crime

by Carolyn Keene

  “Could I see a brochure of your fraternity jewelry?” Nancy asked Mark.

  “Sure. I can get it for you, but I was just going in to lunch. Want to join us? Your boyfriend can’t object to that.”

  “I’m happy to join you,” Nancy said.

  “Now, that’s what I like to hear!” Mark said.

  Sigma Kappa fraternity house was not nearly so nice as the Delta Phi’s. The dining room was loud and pretty messy. Nancy accepted a plate of macaroni and cheese that one of the fraternity brothers served her.

  Everyone, it seemed, was looking at Nancy appreciatively. “You must be Mark’s sister,” someone said as he put his plate down on the table next to Nancy’s. “I’m Jay.”

  “I’m Nancy,” she said, shaking Jay’s outstretched hand. “But not Mark’s sister.”

  “Well, you’re much too pretty to be his date,” Jay said, sitting next to her. “You must be related somehow.”

  “Hey, hands off Ms. Drew,” Mark said as other guys took seats at their table.

  Nancy gave Mark a quick smile and turned back to the conversation. “I’m only visiting the school for a couple of days. I’m staying with my cousin at the Delta Phi house.”

  “Delta Phi,” Jay said. “Beautiful, smart, and snobby.”

  “Especially smart,” chimed in a man with the same dark, curly hair that Nancy identified with her attacker. But his build was much too small. The other guy had been very large.

  After finishing eating, Mark said, “Come on, let me get the jewelry information for you.”

  Leafing through the catalog, Nancy searched for the ring she had seen. “The one I was looking for has a red stone, like a ruby, in it, with Greek letters in gold. But I don’t see it here.”

  “Nah. That hasn’t been around for years. Too expensive. I think this one is the best.” Mark pointed to a plain silver ring with Sigma Kappa embossed on it.

  “But I saw someone wearing that ring just yesterday,” Nancy complained.

  “It must have been his old man’s or something. He didn’t get it here.”

  “Does anyone in this house have that ring?”

  “Nobody,” Mark said positively.

  Nancy closed the catalog, disappointed to have another lead come to a dead end. “Well, thanks for your help, Mark, and for lunch, too.”

  “So I’ll see you Saturday night?”

  Nancy smiled. “Afraid not, but thanks anyway.”

  • • •

  Nancy looked at the span of ocean she could see from the rooftop sun deck at the sorority house and thought about what direction to take with this frustrating case. There was one death already. And something is going on and certain people in this sorority know about it. But what is it, and who are they? Nancy had not begun to piece any of it together. Lori? Fran? Some of the girls in the inner circle? All of them? And outside the sorority who’s involved? The men on the beach—who were they working with? Even Ira, Nancy had to suspect. Standing behind the white wooden railing high above the ground, lost in thought, Nancy barely heard the footsteps coming toward her.

  All of a sudden Fran Kelly was next to Nancy. She took out a bright blue ribbon from her pocket and tied back her long straight hair.

  Interesting, Nancy thought as she said hello. Is Fran following me, or is this a chance meeting?

  “Hello,” Fran answered, but said nothing more.

  “Finished with your classes for the day?” Nancy asked, looking at her watch. It was three o’clock.

  Fran nodded. “My Tuesday schedule is light. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I suffer.”

  Nancy smiled. It seemed as though Fran was actually being a little friendly.

  “I’m a math major,” Fran said. “And I have a calculus test on Monday. But I’ve got too much on my mind to study.”

  Nancy waited patiently to see if Fran was going to say any more about herself. There were a couple of minutes of silence before Fran said, “As a matter of fact, you’re one of the main things on my mind.”

  Fran’s voice had changed completely. A hard, cold tone made her voice sound brittle. Her pretense of friendliness had vanished.

  “Me?” Nancy asked, turning away from the ocean view to face Fran.

  “Yes, you, Nancy Drew. You come here out of nowhere, and in one day you’re driving off to the beach to go swimming with Lori Westerly,” Fran said. There was no hiding the jealousy in her voice.

  Nancy leaned back against the railing as she studied Fran Kelly.

  “Just like your cousin’s last roommate,” Fran continued. “You remind me of her, you know that? Doing anything to get in with the right crowd.”

  Knowing that whatever she said would provoke Fran, Nancy remained silent—and on guard.

  Now it was Fran who turned to face the ocean. She said, “But things are going to change around here for me—you just watch. Very soon I’m going to be an officer of this sorority.”

  Scanning the deck, Nancy saw that the only exit was the small stairway she had come up.

  “My mother’s best friend is the accountant for Delta Phi,” Fran said, speaking slowly. “And she’s just agreed to suggest me as the next treasurer.”

  So perhaps Fran will be next to know the dangerous secret that Rina knew. Looking at the angry girl in front of her, Nancy wondered if Fran would then be in danger.

  “Yes, Lori should be getting a letter of recommendation from Linda Peterson very soon,” Fran hissed.

  Peterson? Nancy’s breath caught. Peterson was the name written in the margin of Rina’s notebook.

  There was a frightening look in Fran’s eyes as she began a tirade. “You’re trying to do just what Rina did to me, Nancy Drew!”

  As Fran’s hands flew up from her sides, Nancy parried the attack she knew was coming. “So you’d better stop trying to push me out!” Fran shouted, shoving Nancy hard.

  Nancy heard a loud crack as she felt the white wooden railing start to give!

  Chapter

  Eight

  AS THE RAILING gave, Nancy flung herself forward and fell into Fran. Immediately Nancy stood up and assumed the solid karate stance of a professional. Although she still knew nothing of Fran’s motive, Nancy was ready to fight, if a fight was called for.

  But Fran steadied herself, and took the violence no further. For an instant she looked shocked and frightened as she glanced over the edge of the roof to the hard concrete below. Without a backward glance, Fran turned and walked down the stairs.

  As Nancy watched her go, she shook her head. Was Fran Kelly just a jealous, spoiled girl who went too far in trying to get what she wanted? Or, Nancy wondered, could this girl with the bright blue ribbon be a dangerous killer?

  Nancy went downstairs then to Susan’s room and called Ned. He answered the phone.

  “Hey, Nance!” he greeted her.

  “Oh, Ned, I’m so happy you’re there. It’s good to hear your voice!” Nancy said.

  “It’s always good to hear yours, but you don’t sound so great right now. What’s wrong?” Ned asked perceptively.

  “I’m afraid this case is getting me down,” Nancy explained.

  “You need the old Nickerson pep talk?” Ned asked.

  “Badly, and maybe some advice,” Nancy said.

  Conversations with Ned always helped Nancy sort out her thoughts. Often he, and Bess and George, would assist her on her cases. And right then Nancy was missing them. Susan, though a good friend, was no detective.

  “I feel very far away and isolated,” Nancy said softly, looking out the window of Susan’s room as late-afternoon fog was rolling in off the ocean.

  “Well, complaints about California I won’t bother with,” Ned said. “It’s snowing here today, and you’re probably lolling around in the sun.”

  “You’re right.” Nancy smiled into the phone, her spirits lifted just to be in contact with Ned. “The only problem with sunning is that I just nearly got pushed off a sun deck that’s four flights off the ground.”

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nbsp; Ned became serious. “Any other danger, Nancy? I hate it when you’re working on a case that far away from me.”

  “Plenty. One threatening note, and an attack on a beach. But I’m fine.” Nancy was quick to reassure him. “It’s just that despite all this danger, I don’t really have any concrete clues.”

  “Start from the beginning,” Ned said to encourage her. Nancy briefly summarized the case.

  “It must have been pretty important to someone to shut Rina Charles up,” Ned said.

  “Exactly,” Nancy agreed.

  “And nobody in that Sigma Kappa house has a ring like that?” Ned asked.

  “Nope. Well, not according to Mark. Nothing’s panned out. I don’t feel there’s anything to help me figure out who it was, or what Rina knew, or—wait,” Nancy said abruptly. “The file box. There’s a lead I haven’t followed. Why didn’t I think of that before?”

  “What file box?” Ned asked.

  “When Rina was made treasurer, she kept her paperwork in a file box. But Susan couldn’t show it to me because Lori Westerly had already taken it from their room.”

  “Sounds like a good direction. But you’ll need to figure out how to see it. You can’t ask Lori.”

  “No. There’s no way I can do that without blowing my cover. I’ll just have to figure out a way to get to that file box on my own.”

  “And I’m sure you will,” Ned said with a worried sigh. “Nancy, please be careful. Remember this is a murder case. It sounds like one of those ‘nice’ college kids is dangerous and is going to try to make sure you don’t find out what Rina knew. Also,” Ned added gently, “one more word of caution, if you don’t mind.”

  “What’s that?” Nancy asked.

  “Stay out of that Sigma Kappa house—I don’t want you falling in love with any golden California Adonises.”

  “No chance of that.” Nancy laughed. “I’m in love with an Emerson College student, whom I miss very much. I’ll call soon,” Nancy said as she and Ned kissed goodbye into their phones.

  • • •

  Sitting in the basement study hall after dinner, Nancy wrote a letter home to Hannah Gruen. Hannah had been Nancy’s housekeeper, friend, and mother substitute since Nancy was three. Nancy had promised to write her a note from sunny California.

  The only other person in the study hall at that time was Alice Clark, a quiet person whom Nancy knew almost nothing about, and who seemed to always be alone.

  But within minutes Kathy, another member of Lori’s crowd, came down the stairs and joined Nancy.

  Opening her books, Kathy began to complain immediately. “I hate studying. I shouldn’t be a student. I’m not cut out for it. Look at this junk,” she said, pointing to a history text. “Who cares? I mean, really, I do not care one little bit whether something happened in 1066 A.D. or not.”

  “Are there any courses you enjoy?” Nancy asked.

  “Music appreciation, I guess. But then, you have to listen to everything so carefully that it really takes the beauty out of the music. The other night after I’d been studying for a music test, I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a thunderstorm, and honestly, I lay there in bed trying to remember who the composer was before I figured out it was thunder!”

  When Nancy began to laugh, Alice Clark looked up from her work and gave them both looks of annoyance. “Sorry,” Nancy whispered.

  “Let’s get out of here,” Kathy said in a normal voice. “Or are you in the middle of something you have to finish?”

  “No, just a letter home,” Nancy answered.

  “Want to take a walk? It’s warm and beautiful out there tonight.” Glancing in Alice’s direction, Kathy added, “It’s too nice a night for even you to be studying, Alice. Want to come with us?”

  “No, thank you,” Alice said in a very quiet voice, and quickly looked back down at her book.

  “I’d be glad to take a walk,” Nancy said.

  “Good, I’ll meet you on the porch,” Kathy said. “I’d better grab a jacket.”

  Nancy glanced down at the long-sleeved white shirt that she had borrowed from Susan and decided she’d be okay in just that.

  • • •

  “I swear, I don’t know how that girl got into this sorority,” Kathy said as soon as she and Nancy headed out into the clear, beautiful night. They both stopped for a minute and breathed in the fresh ocean air.

  “I mean,” Kathy continued, “she does nothing but study. She has no fun or friends. And it’s not like she was a legacy or anything.” Kathy tossed a light khaki jacket over her shoulders as she said, “Sometimes strange things happen in this place.”

  “Maybe she was asked to join to bring the sorority’s grade point average even higher,” Nancy said, glancing around at the buildings they were passing. SDU was a huge campus, and they were walking in a part of it that Nancy had not explored yet. “I know how Delta Phi values its high academic standing.”

  “Well, there are other methods for getting good grades besides studying,” Kathy said meaningfully.

  “Like what?” Nancy asked.

  “Like ‘cooperation,’ ” Kathy said with a smile. Walking past the large gymnasium and tennis courts, Kathy steered Nancy to the left. Kathy said, “In the biology building we’ve got a friend. A teaching assistant who’s very cooperative.”

  “Cooperative?” Nancy asked innocently, knowing that Kathy was about to tell her something about cheating. Had Rina found out about this?

  “And I was the one who made the contact,” Kathy said proudly. “You know what I mean—he tells us what’s going to be on an exam beforehand so we don’t have to waste time studying the wrong things. In some of the departments we have contacts who will actually give us a copy of the exam beforehand. That kind of cooperative.”

  Nancy tried not to let her anger show. There’s a lot going on in this prestigious sorority that isn’t so impressive, she thought. And something that’s very dangerous. And Rina Charles knew what it was.

  “But there,” Kathy said, pointing to the math building, “we have nobody. And me with a calculus test on Monday!”

  “Is Fran Kelly in your class?” Nancy asked casually. “She told me she had a calculus test Monday, too.”

  “Same one,” Kathy responded.

  Nancy felt her heart pounding with the excitement of having discovered something useful—finally. This clever cheating scheme might well be the key to something more than just the high grade point average in Delta Phi.

  “Has anyone ever gotten caught?” Nancy asked, pretending to care.

  “No. Luckily for us. There could be big trouble for everyone if that happened. Big trouble.” The talkative Kathy looked concerned. “I shouldn’t have even told you, I guess. You will keep it to yourself?”

  “Sure,” Nancy said.

  “Do you think you’ll try to get in here?” Kathy asked Nancy as they continued their walk.

  “I’m not sure,” Nancy answered. “I think—” But before she could finish the sentence, she felt an intense pain in her right shoulder, a shooting pain so severe it took her breath away.

  “What’s wrong?” Kathy asked as Nancy moaned and reached back to the painful spot.

  “Here—” was all Nancy could get out before she fell to her knees.

  “Nancy!” Kathy screamed. “There’s a dart in your back!”

  Chapter

  Nine

  PULL IT OUT,” Nancy managed to say.

  Feeling Kathy’s hands hesitating, Nancy instructed her in a whisper, “Like a nurse with a syringe. Put two fingers flat on my back around the tip, and pull the dart with your other hand. Just get it out, please!”

  Nancy felt relief immediately after Kathy removed the sharp object. Although her shoulder ached, she stood up and whispered, “We have to find out where that came from!”

  “But you’re bleeding, Nancy!” Kathy exclaimed.

  “I’ll be okay. Just listen. Shhh.”

  Nancy trained her ears to pick
up any movement on the quiet campus. Nothing.

  “Who would do such a thing?” Kathy asked as she and Nancy ran to look in the direction the dart would have come from.

  “Nobody,” Nancy said, feeling discouraged. A throbbing pain pulsed in her shoulder.

  “He must have gotten away while we were getting this thing out!” Kathy said as she gave the blood-tipped dart to Nancy.

  He? Nancy thought. Or perhaps she?

  “You’d better get to the infirmary,” Kathy said in a high-pitched voice. “It’s not far—just beyond that group of buildings. Can you make it?”

  Nancy nodded. “I may need a tetanus shot,” she said.

  • • •

  “When do you think Mrs. Charles will get here?” Nancy asked Susan the next morning.

  “I don’t know,” Susan answered as she quickly brushed her hair. “But I hope I don’t miss them. I have to go to the library in a few minutes. I really have to study.”

  “I’ll make sure I’m here when they arrive,” Nancy said. “I’d like to meet them.”

  “How are you feeling this morning?” Susan asked Nancy.

  “Fine,” Nancy answered. “I slept like a log. But someone has definitely figured out that I’m a detective,” Nancy said as she tried to move her sore arm. “What bothers me the most is that I don’t know how they did it, or who they are.”

  Susan nodded. “Let’s see how your back looks,” she said, concerned.

  Nancy delicately moved her nightshirt over her shoulder so Susan could look at her back.

  “Your whole shoulder is turning colors,” Susan reported. “Blue and red and purple.”

  “Now I’ll really look like a dart board,” Nancy said, joking. “At least I won’t have to cover it with makeup, like my face.”

  “Oh, Nancy,” Susan said seriously. “You’re used to all this danger and can make fun of it, but I can’t. What do you really make of all this?”