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    Dangerous Plays
    Dangerous Plays
    Dangerous Plays
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    Dangerous Plays

    By Carolyn Keene

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    Dad, Bess, and I are all set for London when Ned's Shakespeare professor asks us to do a simple favor: to take a look at his townhouse while we're there, since he can't seem to locate the housekeeper and fears something's wrong. Sounds easy enough, so I take the key.

    Eager to cross the favor off our list, we stop by 53 Banbury Square shortly after we land. And let's just say things in the townhouse aren't quite tip-top. And the key? Well, it unlocks a Pandora's box of serious trouble.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAladdin
    Release dateSep 13, 2011
    ISBN9781442445666
    Dangerous Plays
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    Carolyn Keene

    Carolyn Keene is the author of the ever-popular Nancy Drew books.

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    Dangerous Plays - Carolyn Keene

    Words of Warning

    I was in a race against time, and as of noon today, there was no telling who the winner would be.

    My heart pounded with excitement as I thought about my upcoming trip. Dad, Bess Marvin, and I were heading to London, England, on the 9:00 p.m. flight! In just a few more hours, I’d be seeing Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, Buckingham Palace, and awesome theater. What more could I want? And with my wonderful dad and my best friend along to share the sights, I considered myself an extremely lucky girl. That was the good news. Now for the bad. I was staring at an empty suitcase, and we were leaving for the airport in five hours. And I still had to get to the bank!

    Clothes flew out of my closet and dresser drawers as I dug frantically through my stuff, deciding on what I would take. My favorite green T-shirt, blue jeans, a peach-colored tank—all fought for airspace on their way to the open suitcase on my bed. With any luck, maybe a T-shirt or two would actually land in it.

    The phone rang. I groaned. Why did I have to leave all the boring stuff like packing till the last minute? No way did I have time for chitchat now. I resisted the temptation to answer it.

    The ringing stopped, and a moment later Hannah Gruen, our housekeeper, called me from downstairs. Hannah has been like a mother to me since my own mom died when I was three. As usual, my heart warmed to the sound of her voice. Nancy! It’s Ned. He says it is really important.

    Ned Nickerson is my boyfriend. Unfortunately, he was studying for a Shakespeare exam, so he couldn’t come to London with us. A week without Ned was the only downside of the trip, so I thanked Hannah and picked up the phone beside my bed. I mean, one last good-bye wouldn’t set my schedule back too much, would it? I promised myself I’d be quick.

    Hey, Ned! What’s up? Hannah said it’s something important.

    Ned’s low voice came through the receiver. I’m really sorry to bother you, Nancy, but my Shakespeare professor, Dr. Burnham, wants to meet you for lunch.

    Now?

    He has some problem he wants to run by you. He says it can’t wait. Something to do with his house in London. I told him you’re going over there, and I guess I must have mentioned you’re a detective. Sorry about that.

    Detective? I perked up at the word. Don’t be sorry, Ned. You couldn’t know that his problem would be so pressing. Plus, you know me too well—I can’t resist a mystery, if that’s what this is. Anyway, I would have been disappointed if you hadn’t called.

    Ned laughed. I thought you’d say something like that.

    I hesitated, looking at the mess in my room. Still, I don’t see how I can possibly meet him. Dad wants to leave right at five o’clock, and you know what a stickler for time he is. As the most successful lawyer in our hometown of River Heights, Dad is incredibly organized. He has to be. That’s how he wins his cases, by paying close attention to detail and staying one step ahead of everyone else. Leaving for the airport at a minute past five would be sloppy and, worse, risky. I couldn’t do that to him.

    I promise it’ll be a quick lunch, Ned assured me.

    We can meet at the Moonbeam Diner on Bluff Street near your house. You’ll need to eat anyway. Did I mention that I’ll be there too?

    How could I refuse him? Against my better judgment, I heard myself agreeing to meet them in half an hour at the diner. I’d just have to let my packing slide. I mean, what’s a forgotten pair of shoes compared to a brand-new case?

    Mysteries are my passion. And even though I’m still pretty young, I’ve solved many cases that stumped our local police force. No matter where I am, mysteries seem to follow me around like a pack of faithful dogs. And why not? I love them, I pay them lots of attention, and so they’re always hounding me. So much for taking a break from detective work by escaping to London.

    Promptly at twelve thirty, I arrived at the Moonbeam Diner and found an empty booth. After ordering a chocolate milkshake and a burger, I waited for the rest of my party. Soon I saw Ned’s tall figure come through the door, followed by a handsome man of medium height with chestnut brown hair, blackrimmed glasses, and a shy demeanor. I judged him to be in his midthirties. Dr. Burnham, I presumed.

    Ned’s face lit up when he saw me. Hey, Nancy! he said, sliding into the seat beside me while Dr. Burnham sat down across the table. Thanks so much for meeting us. I’ll take full responsibility with your dad if you’re not ready by five. He grinned, pushing back a stray lock of brown hair. Meanwhile, I’d like you to meet my Shakespeare professor, Dr. Samuel Burnham.

    I extended my hand. Hi, I’m Nancy Drew. It’s nice to meet you, Dr. Burnham.

    Likewise, Nancy, Dr. Burnham said in a British accent as we shook hands. I understand you’re heading across the pond tonight. At least, that’s what Ned mentioned earlier today. He dropped his gaze for a moment before looking at me tentatively once more.

    My father is taking my friend Bess and me to London for a week. I can’t wait. We’ve been wanting to see some plays at the Globe Theatre, and he finally got a break in his busy schedule. And since Bess has been studying Shakespeare’s comedies in a night class, Dad and I wanted to invite her, too.

    Well, you couldn’t see Shakespeare in a better place than the Globe Theatre, Dr. Burnham said. It’s a replica of Shakespeare’s original theater from four hundred years ago when he wrote his plays. The architects tried to recreate everything as faithfully as possible, down to the wooden benches and the thatched roof. It’s even on the original site. He went on to explain more about the Globe and about Shakespeare’s life and times.

    Were you teaching in London before you came to River Heights? I asked.

    I’m on exchange this semester from the University of London, he explained. I’ve been teaching Shakespeare there for several years. In my spare time, though, I’m a playwright. I’m equally passionate about teaching Shakespeare and writing my own work, but, of course, I wouldn’t presume to mention the Bard’s plays in the same breath as my own, he added modestly.

    Maybe you could give me some tips on Shakespeare for our trip, I told him.

    I’m sure your friend Bess will be perfectly knowledgeable, Dr. Burnham said. After all, she’s taking her night course.

    So George is out of luck on this trip just because she’s slacking off in the evenings? Ned asked me, a teasing glint in his warm brown eyes. George Fayne was my other best friend and Bess’s cousin. Ned knew that I’d never leave George out of anything that included Bess. My friends are incredibly important to me. No way would I choose one and not the other.

    I smiled. We invited her, but she turned us down. She’s running in a marathon next week. Kind of like you and your Shakespeare exam—an unfortunate scheduling conflict.

    Dr. Burnham threw Ned an apologetic look as I continued, Even Hannah has an excuse to stay home. She wants to garden and supervise house repairs. I can’t believe you guys all said no to London.

    Ned shrugged. Hannah is probably looking forward to a relaxing week of peace and quiet. Being a tourist can get stressful. All that running around to historic sites and listening to tour guides drone on when your feet hurt.

    Dr. Burnham laughed, but then quickly turned solemn. I’m afraid I’m about to add to your stress, Nancy. Did Ned tell you why I wanted to see you?

    He mentioned something to do with. your house, I replied, pushing my shoulder-length reddish blond hair behind my ears. But he wasn’t specific.

    I honestly feel bad about asking you this, Dr. Burnham declared. I hope you won’t think I’m imposing upon your holiday. But it’s only a small mission. His light blue eyes were filled with concern as his gaze met mine. I knew he hoped I’d agree to help him, but he seemed timid about demanding a favor for fear I’d be inconvenienced.

    What is it? I asked gently.

    I was only wondering if you’d look in on my London house once or twice while you’re there.

    Is that all? I asked, surprised. But why does your house need checking?

    Because my live-in housekeeper, Mrs. Elliott, isn’t answering the phone. I’ve been calling for the past five days, and I’m worried she may be ill. She’s rather elderly, I’m afraid. Maybe something happened to her.

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