Before breakfast the next morning Nancy again telephoned her father. This time he was at home.
After hearing the story, he said, “Have nothing to do with those papers! Take them right back to that Madame Tarantella.”
“All right, Dad. I just wanted to be sure that was what I should do with them, rather than keep them as evidence against this woman if she’s doing something illegal.”
The lawyer reminded Nancy that the papers were private property. “Even though the medium asked you to keep them, she didn’t suggest that you read them.”
“All right, Dad, I’ll take them back.”
At breakfast Nancy told the full story of the evening’s happenings to Ned, Burt, and Dave. But she did not reveal the prophecy about Bess. “Would you all like to drive down to the medium’s hut with me?”
“I wouldn’t miss it,” Dave answered. “I’d like to see this strange creature.” He grinned. “Maybe she can tell me something about my future.”
At this Bess turned scarlet and Dave asked worriedly, “Did I say something I shouldn’t have?”
Nancy and George could not refrain from laughing. George said, “Let Bess tell you what Madame Tarantella said about her immediate future.”
“I’ll do nothing of the sort,” Bess replied indignantly, “and if you girls dare say a word—”
“Oh, come on,” Dave coaxed, but the three girls remained silent.
Nancy and George wondered whether Dave would somehow make Bess tell him what the prophecy had been.
A little while later the three couples drove into Vernonville and went directly to the medium’s hut. There was no answer to their persistent knocking.
“Do you suppose she isn’t at home, or just won’t let us in?” George asked.
Nancy shrugged and suggested that they do a little shopping and come back later. Just then a young woman came out of an apartment house across the street.
She called over to them, “Are you looking for Madame Tarantella?”
“Yes, we are,” Nancy replied.
The woman smiled. “I guess she won’t be telling any more fortunes here.”
“Why?” George asked.
The neighbor said that about two o’clock that morning a car and a truck had driven up to the hut. Boxes, suitcases, and all sorts of paraphernalia were packed into the two vehicles.
“Then Madame Tarantella drove off in the car with two men.”
“Maybe she was kidnapped!” Bess exclaimed. “The medium told our friend Nancy last night that she was afraid some man was going to harm her and rob her.”
The neighbor looked alarmed. “If that’s the case, I hope the police won’t ask me for a description of those people in the car, because I don’t want to become involved. Anyway, I couldn’t see the men well enough.”
“Did you notice anything about them?” Nancy queried.
“Well, one was tall and slender and had bushy hair. The other man was shorter.”
The ghost hunters looked at one another. Could the tall, slender, bushy-haired one be Wilbur Prizer?
The neighbor went on to say, “I’m glad Madame Tarantella’s gone.”
“Why?” Ned put in.
“Because too many funny-looking characters were always coming out of and going into that place.”
“You mean dishonest-looking people?” Nancy asked.
“Well, I can’t exactly say that, but I wouldn’t want any of them calling on me. Sorry I couldn’t help you more. I’ve got to go now.” She hurried down the street.
The girls drove back to the motel and again Nancy telephoned to her father.
“I certainly don’t want you involved in this,” he told his daughter. “I know a lawyer in Vernonville named Kittredge. I’ll get in touch with him and see if he would be willing to keep the box in his safe and to ask the police to hunt for the vanished medium. She may have been kidnapped.”
Mr. Drew advised Nancy to stay in her room and wait for a phone call. About half an hour later she received a message from Mr. Kittredge, saying he would be over in a little while.
“Please wait for me,” he requested. “I’ll come to your room and pick up the papers. From what your father told me, it probably would be best if you did not appear on the street again with them.”
Nancy promised to stay right there. She suggested to Bess and George that they need not wait. She would join them later.
“We’ll get the others and go down to the pool,” George said. “The water looks so inviting.”
The girls had been gone only a short time when there was a knock on the door. Nancy opened it.
“Hi, Helen,” she said.
“You alone?” Helen asked, stepping inside.
“Yes, I’m waiting for a friend of Dad’s.”
As Helen moved past a table on which Nancy had set the box of papers, she accidentally knocked it to the floor. The contents scattered in every direction.
“I’m sorry!” Helen said. “I’ll help you pick them up.”
As Nancy began to return the papers to the box, she noticed that one was a drawing which showed a section of a property development. She went on gathering up the papers.
“Oh!” she exclaimed.
“What’s the matter?” Helen asked.
“Here’s a letter to Madame Tarantella signed Wilbur Prizer!”
Helen was amazed. “Do you think there’s some connection between the two?”
“I’m beginning to think so more and more,” Nancy replied.
As she went on picking up the papers, Nancy presently came across a telegram. The sender’s name and address had been cut off. It was addressed to Madame Tarantella and said:RARE. MEDIUM. WELL DONE.
“What in the world does that mean?” Helen asked.
Nancy smiled. “All I can do is guess. Of course it’s a take-off on words applied to cooked meat. I think it’s a code. Perhaps medium means Madame Tarantella and she did some rare bit of work and was being told she had done it well.”
“Clever deduction,” Helen remarked.
Many thoughts and conjectures were racing through Nancy’s mind as the last of the papers were placed in the box. She set it back on the table, which was near the door.
She and Helen continued to talk as Nancy moved over to the bureau and looked in the mirror to see if her hair needed recombing. The next moment she froze.
Reflected in the glass was a man’s hand and arm reaching around the corner of the partially opened door to the hall. He was about to grab the box!
CHAPTER IX
Motel Apparition
WITH a mighty leap Nancy was across the room. She grabbed the hand of the unseen man. There was a loud yell in the hallway and the hand was wrenched away.
“Helen, lock yourself in!” Nancy cried out and dashed to the hall.
A tall, slender man wearing a straw hat pulled low on his head was bounding toward an outside door. Nancy sped after him.
The door opened directly into the garden where the pool was. As the would-be thief ran across the garden, the sunbathers looked up in puzzlement. They were even more puzzled to see Nancy chasing the man.
“Stop him!” Nancy yelled to Ned and the other boys.
Immediately they stood up and sped after the fleeing figure. The man was very agile and easily vaulted a low cement wall at the far end of the garden. His pursuers were over it in a jiffy.
As Nancy leaned against the wall to catch her breath, Bess and George and the other ghost hunters hurried up to her.
“Who was he? What did he do?” George asked.
Nancy told them what had happened.
At once Bess cried out, “How awful!”
The girls waited a long time before the boys returned. Unfortunately they were not escorting any prisoner.
“He got away,” Ned reported. “Some sprinter!”
“I’ll say,” Burt added. “He was the fastest thing on two legs I’ve seen in a long while.”
“Where did the man go?” Nancy ask
ed.
“He ran off through some woods behind a house and disappeared. When we reached the other side of the woods, we found a road. He probably went off in a car.”
Nancy asked whether the boys had had a good enough look at the man to identify him.
The boys shook their heads, but Ned said, “I think I saw bushy hair sticking out from under his hat.”
“Prizer!” George exclaimed.
Nancy told the boys about the attempted theft and said she had left Helen locked in.
“I’d better get back,” she said,
As Nancy neared her door, she saw a man standing in the hall. He was somewhat heavy-set and was a stranger to her.
From inside the room she heard Helen call out, “I won’t let you in until Nancy Drew comes back!”
“Well, she’d better hurry,” the caller replied. “I’m a busy man.”
Nancy walked up to him and introduced herself. “And you are?”
“Mr. Kittredge. Your father asked me to come here for a box of papers.”
“Yes, Mr. Kittredge. We’ve had a little trouble. That’s why my friend won’t let anyone into the room.”
Nancy called to Helen to unlock the door. When it was open, she introduced Helen and the lawyer.
“You had some trouble?” he said, following Nancy into the room. “Then I assume you will want some identification from me.”
Nancy laughed. “You saved me the embarrassment of asking you.”
As Mr. Kittredge showed his driver’s license and a couple of credit cards, Nancy told him about the man who had tried to steal the box of papers.
“He got away, but my friends and I think he’s a man named Wilbur Prizer.”
Helen apologized to Mr. Kittredge for keeping him in the hall.
“I don’t blame you for being careful,” he said, smiling.
She turned to Nancy, “I found a small, white shell. It must have fallen out of Madame Tarantella’s box.”
The shell was the shape of a pyramid and was about five inches high.
Mr. Kittredge took it and said, “This is very interesting. Its nickname is the Fraud Shell. The right name is Epitonium scalare.”
The lawyer explained that the shell was a rather rare type found in deep water off the coast of China.
“Many years ago it was in great demand but very difficult to find. Even at that time it sold for two hundred and eighty dollars.
“The Chinese saw a good way of making money. They figured out a way of imitating these shells in rice flour paste.”
“And did they get away with it?” Helen asked.
“They did for a long time,” Mr. Kittredge answered. “But finally a collector who had purchased one tried to wash the shell in water.”
Nancy smiled. “And it dissolved?”
“Exactly. The shells are more plentiful nowadays because deep-sea divers go down for them. I’ve heard that the old frauds are more expensive than the real shells!”
Nancy examined the shell, but found no markings of any kind on it. She returned the Epitonium scalare to the box.
“I’ll wrap this package so it won’t be recognized by anybody who may be lurking around,” Nancy told the lawyer.
She found a large paper laundry bag in the closet of the room. The box was slipped into the bag, then Mr. Kittredge left.
Nancy and Helen discussed the latest development in the mystery for a few minutes, then Nancy said, “I think I’ll put on my bathing suit and go for a swim.”
“I will, too,” Helen said. “Jim will be looking for me.”
At that moment there was a knock on the door. Nancy opened it. Helen gave a cry of surprise.
A ghostlike figure stood in the hall, one arm raised menacingly.
Instantly Helen jumped in front of Nancy and slammed and locked the door. “Another spooky thing! What’s going to happen to us next?”
Nancy did not comment. She stared at the door, trying to figure out what the apparition was.
Helen spoke up, “How silly of me to be afraid of that thing! What kind of ghost hunter am I?”
Nancy opened the door. The apparition was disintegrating!
“Oh, what is it?” Helen asked.
Nancy closed the door again. “I believe it’s some form of odorless gas,” she said. “It might be poisonous. I think I’d better phone the manager of possible danger to people coming into the hall.”
It took Nancy a few minutes to convince him this was not a hoax and would be to the best interest of everyone staying at the motel to keep all the guests out of the corridor until the air could clear thoroughly.
“You’ve convinced me, Miss Drew,” he said. “Of course I still can’t understand why anyone would do such a crazy thing or try to play such a mean joke on you. But I’ll do as you suggest.”
Nancy got ready for her swim as she and Helen waited for the hall to clear.
“I have a hunch,” Nancy said, “that it was Wilbur Prizer who rigged the gas ghost. As you recall, he has considerable technical knowledge.”
“But, Nancy,” said Helen, “do you think Wilbur Prizer would dare come back here so soon after being chased away?”
“I think he still wanted to get the box of letters. Of course he couldn’t know that Mr. Kittredge was coming and that he took the papers. Prizer probably had somebody who works with him rig up that phantom.”
Helen smiled. “The ghost-maker expected us to run away in fright, not slam the door in the apparition’s face.”
The ghostlike figure raised an arm menacingly
Nancy nodded. “Then he was going to come into the room and steal the box.”
Both girls giggled as they thought of how they had outwitted their enemy by remaining in the room. Nancy pointed out, however, that all of this did not explain why Prizer wanted to get the papers away from Madame Tarantella, or how he knew Nancy had them.
“It’s too much of a muddle for me,” Helen remarked. She opened the door. “I don’t see any trace of the apparition. I’ll hold my breath and race to my room to put on my swimsuit.”
After she had gone, Nancy’s telephone rang. “Hello?” she said.
A woman’s deep voice said, “Is this Nancy Drew?”
“Yes.”
“Nancy Drew,” the caller went on, “I have an important message for you from the spirit world.”
CHAPTER X
The Trap
“WHO is this?” Nancy asked the caller. She knew the voice was not that of Madame Tarantella, unless she was disguising it.
The woman did not answer and for a moment Nancy thought she had hung up. But Nancy had heard no click on the wire.
“Who is this?” she asked again.
The reply came, “I am a medium. The spirit of your Grandfather Drew has sent an important message for you through me.”
Nancy frowned but did not comment. She was wishing she was not alone and that there was time before the caller finished speaking to have someone run to another telephone and try to have the call traced.
When Nancy made no comment, the woman said, “Did you understand me? I have a message for you from the spirit world. Direct from your Grandfather Drew.”
“I heard you,” Nancy replied.
“Don’t you want to hear what it is?” the caller asked impatiently. “I assure you it is of great importance.”
“Why would my grandfather communicate through you?” Nancy asked.
“My dear,” said the woman in placating tones, “if you understood how mediums receive messages from people they never have heard of, you would understand this.”
Again Nancy kept silent, a troubled look on her face. Helen entered the room and came close to her.
“Who is it?” she whispered.
Before Nancy could answer, the caller said, “The message is: You are to leave the box Madame Tarantella gave you under the stone bridge which is just one mile north of Vernonville on Route 23. Leave it there at exactly two o’clock this afternoon and then drive away. Do not
tarry at the spot. Go at once.”
Nancy said, “What will happen if I don’t bring it?”
There was a slight show of anger in the medium’s voice as she answered, “Your Grandfather Drew said if you disobey him, he will punish you.” The woman hung up.
Nancy explained the call to her friend.
Helen was alarmed. “Nancy, she threatened you! I had no idea mediums could be so dangerous. Of course you can’t leave the box. Mr. Kittredge has it. What are you going to do?”
Nancy said she could always find a substitute box. But Helen argued that when the person who received it discovered the hoax, he or she would retaliate and harm Nancy.
“I’ll have to take that chance, Helen. But to be sure I’m doing the right thing, I’ll phone Mr. Kittredge and tell him what I have in mind.”
The lawyer was a bit worried at the turn of events and warned Nancy that she must be very careful.
“I think your idea of leaving a substitute box is a good one. Be sure to make it the same weight as the box of papers and take a man with you to the spot. Then as soon as you have hidden the box under the bridge, please, both of you drive off.”
Mr. Kittredge added that he would ask the police to have a couple of plainclothesmen stationed nearby to grab whoever came for the box.
“I’ll let you know what happens,” he promised.
Helen insisted that Nancy still have her swim, so the two girls went to the pool. Here Nancy whispered to Bess and George and their dates what had occurred and her plan for trying to capture at least one person involved in the mystery.
“Directly after lunch I’ll get a box from the housekeeper,” she said. “I suppose the easiest way to give it weight is to fill it with newspapers and some stones.” She smiled. “Would you boys mind bringing a few of them to my room after lunch?” They grinned and promised to do so.
“Ned, will you come along with me?”
“Sure thing. I certainly wouldn’t think of letting you go alone.”
“I’m glad of that,” said Bess. “Nancy can think up more dangerous things to do than anyone else I know.”
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