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    The Secret in the Old Lace
    The Secret in the Old Lace
    The Secret in the Old Lace
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    The Secret in the Old Lace

    By Carolyn Keene

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    • Mystery

    • Friendship

    • Adventure

    • Detective Work

    • Investigation

    • Amateur Detective

    • Hidden Treasure

    • Missing Luggage

    • Love Triangle

    • Secret Identity

    • Damsel in Distress

    • Secret Messages

    • Misunderstandings

    • Mysterious Past

    • Whodunit

    • Theft

    • Treasure Hunt

    • Plagiarism

    • Ghosts

    • Suspense

    About this ebook

    Nancy Drew has entered a contest to solve an old mystery—the disappearance of a Flemish nobleman, a pair of lace cuffs, and a priceless treasure. In a thrilling story shadowed by a romance of the past, Nancy and her friends work to solve a mystery over one hundred years in the making.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAladdin
    Release dateMar 10, 2015
    ISBN9781481448833
    The Secret in the Old Lace
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    Carolyn Keene

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

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    • 3/5
      Retired soldier Philip March has fallen on hard times and risks losing the care of his orphaned granddaughter, Susan. His son Fipp was a gifted composer whose music could be sold to support his daughter, if they could find it, so Mr. March approaches Nancy for help. At the same time, a client of Carson Drew believes a rival company has stolen his secret chemical process for working with spider silk. While helping with both of those investigations, Nancy has little time to worry about the fact that Ned Nickerson seems to have invited another girl to the Emerson College dance.This is definitely not ony of my favourites. The mystery is not especially interesting, and both Mr. March and the housekeeper, Effie, are constantly doing stupid things that jeopardize the investigation. Effie is a recurring character who has always been silly and superstitious, so even though she annoys me, her behaviour is believable and perfectly in character. There’s no excuse for Mr. March, who is supposed to have been a competent soldier—if he had behaved in WWI the way he behaved in this book, he wouldn’t have lasted a week, much less been decorated for his skill and bravery.
    • 5/5
      I absolutely loved Nancy Drew growing up. This was a series I latched on to for dear life and never let go. Anytime my mom and I would go to antique stores, we'd peruse the Nancy Drews and add them to the collection (oftentimes my mom had to make deals with me on how many I could buy). So, while I don't remember the exact details of each and every one, the entire series was amazing and really fed my love for reading (especially novels full of suspense and mystery). Thank you, Carolyn Keene, for giving us an intelligent female character to fall in love with in Nancy Drew!
    • 5/5
      This book is one of my favorites of the Nancy Drew series.You would like this book if you like adventure and mystery. Nancy tries to find hidden music for a poor family. Nancy goes through dangerous situations one including being locked in a room with a dangerous black widow. To me, almost everyone would love this book.
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      creepy, cool and suspending

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    The Secret in the Old Lace - Carolyn Keene

    1

    Crashing Ladder

    Nancy, what are you doing? asked Hannah Gruen, pausing at the door of Nancy’s bedroom. The attractive, titian-haired girl was seated at her desk writing something hurriedly on a notepad.

    Oh, Hannah, Nancy said, turning around in her chair excitedly, I’ve just completed the mystery story for the magazine contest I told you about!

    That’s wonderful, dear, the woman said in a motherly tone. Now perhaps you can get out and enjoy this lovely weather. You’ve been cooped up here for days. She went to a window and opened it slightly, allowing a warm breeze to rustle the papers on Nancy’s desk.

    For days? Nancy repeated in mock surprise. Why, it feels like no time at all. She winked affectionately at the housekeeper who had taken care of her since she was three years old.

    No time, indeed, Hannah said, shaking her head. You’re as pale as the paint on the shutters.

    The old paint or the new paint? Nancy teased. The pungent odor of a fresh coat of paint drifted through the open window, and they could hear the scraping of a ladder as a man in white overalls worked on the trim.

    It’s all the same color, Mrs. Gruen quipped. Ghost white!

    Nancy smiled. Aren’t you even interested in my solution to the mystery story?

    Hannah slipped her arm around the girl’s shoulder. Of course, I am. May I read it now?

    Mm-hmm, and you know what?

    What?

    I’m going to get lots of sun today.

    A smile crossed Hannah’s lips as she glanced at the penciled page half hidden by several others. I must confess, Nancy, I’m very happy about this mystery.

    You are?

    Yes, because it’s one you were able to solve in the safety of your own home!

    Oh, Hannah . . . Nancy laughed. Although she was eighteen years old now and well-known as a capable amateur detective, she knew Hannah could not help worrying about her.

    Without another word, the girl put the papers in order and clipped them together. Here you are, she said, handing the manuscript to Hannah.

    Let me get my reading glasses, Hannah said, excusing herself just when the front doorbell rang.

    That must be Bess and George, Nancy said. I called them while you were out shopping. She dropped the papers on her desk and flew down the stairs, followed by Hannah. Hi! She welcomed the visitors. Bess Marvin and her cousin George Fayne were Nancy’s closest friends.

    Have you come to rescue the fair maiden from her ivory tower? Hannah said mischievously.

    Guess so, Bess smiled, revealing deep dimples in her cheeks. We’re taking Nancy to Pickles and Plums for lunch!

    The Drews’ housekeeper wrinkled her nose. Are you sure you won’t get indigestion on that diet? she asked innocently.

    Oh, no! George giggled. It’s a new health-food restaurant downtown. We can sit outside and get lots of vitamins A and D.

    Hannah’s eyes brightened. Health food! That sounds just like what the doctor ordered, she said approvingly.

    Nancy kissed the woman’s cheek, then ran upstairs, calling to her friends, "C’mon, I want to show you the story I’m submitting to Circle and Square magazine!"

    Can’t we eat first? Bess replied, following her cousin to the second landing. I’m starved!

    So what else is new? George teased. Unlike Bess, who tended to be plump, George had a slim figure.

    I haven’t eaten a thing today! Really! Bess giggled as Nancy gave her the manuscript to read.

    Let me see it too, George said eagerly. I want to learn what happened to the mystery man.

    Just a minute, Bess protested, holding the manuscript away from her cousin and toward the sunlight streaming through the bedroom window.

    Oh, please don’t keep me in suspense, George begged.

    For all those terrible things you always say about my figure, Bess declared, you’ll have to wait your turn.

    George shrugged. Beaten again.

    Who’s beaten—someone in your manuscript? Hannah Gruen interrupted, joining the girls.

    No, no. Nancy chuckled. This is a love story. Actually, it won’t make much sense unless I tell you how the whole thing started. The opening of the story appeared in the magazine. It contains a real-life mystery which every contest entrant is supposed to solve.

    As Nancy spoke, Hannah sat in the Queen Anne chair opposite the girl’s desk while Bess and George plopped at the foot of the bed.

    I gather from the little I read, Bess put in, that the story takes place in Europe.

    That’s right, Nancy replied. It starts in Brussels, Belgium, in the nineteenth century. A handsome young man whose name was François Lefèvre received a pair of mysterious lace cuffs which he wore with a red velvet dress jacket.

    Bess leaned forward with a starry look. Mm, too bad he isn’t living now. I’d love to meet him.

    Believe me, Nancy said, you would have been only one of many admirers. One of them apparently was too bashful to tell him how much she cared for him.

    You mean he never found out who sent him the lace cuffs? George asked.

    Nancy nodded. François disappeared suddenly with a rather sizable fortune. Neither his family nor friends ever heard from him again.

    Oh, how sad! Bess remarked.

    In the fireplace of his bedroom, Nancy continued, his servants found burned fragments of letters. Among them was a mysterious note in flowery handwriting—

    Obviously from a woman. George seized the clue.

    It was in French, Nancy said. "Translated the message read:

    Turn your face

    To the lace

    Of the cuffs

    A secret—

    The rest of it was charred."

    Did the servants find anything else? Hannah questioned eagerly.

    "Yes, on another shred of paper was the word marry."

    What a story, Bess said dreamily.

    Does anyone know who sent the lace cuffs to François? George inquired.

    The story didn’t say, Nancy replied. I guess no one ever admitted to being the lace maker.

    Oh, please tell us the rest, Bess said, before you hear my news—

    Nancy’s eyebrows shot up. What news?

    We’ll get to that later. Finish your story first.

    "Well, what I’ve told you so far is all that was published in the magazine. Everything else I made up.

    Nancy handed the housekeeper her story. Hannah’s first. I promised to let her see it before you arrived.

    The woman began reading the manuscript with great interest. Bess was quiet for a while, then became impatient. Nancy, got your passport ready? she asked.

    Why, where are we going?

    To Belgium! Bess blurted.

    Belgium? Nancy said in puzzlement. Now, Bess, I told you François Lefèvre has been dead for more than a century.

    Grinning, Bess swept a blond curl off her forehead. We’re not going there to hunt for François, she said. You remember my telling you about Mother’s old college friend, Madame Chambray?

    Nancy nodded.

    Well, about a month ago she moved from France to Brugge, Belgium—

    Why, that’s the name of a city in Nancy’s story, Hannah interrupted.

    You’re kidding, Bess said.

    No, it’s true, Nancy concurred, but tell me about Madame Chambray.

    She wrote to Mother recently. Here’s the letter, Bess said, rummaging through her purse for it. It seems that Madame Chambray found a valuable antique cross in her house. It’s made of diamonds and lapis lazuli. Madame Chambray believes it belongs to someone who lived in her house years ago. Unfortunately, she hasn’t had much time to search for the owner of the cross but she’s going to put an ad in the newspaper over there.

    Intrigued by the story, Nancy glanced at the letter for a moment, then dropped it on the desk. What about the person from whom Madame Chambray bought the house? the girl detective inquired. Isn’t it more likely the cross belongs to him or her?

    Apparently it doesn’t, George spoke up. Madame Chambray checked on that.

    Just then Hannah, not taking her eyes from the manuscript, commented, It’s a wonderful story, dear. You know, I’d been hoping you’d be content to work on fictional mysteries for a while, but I can see—

    Before the housekeeper could continue, there was the shatter of glass followed by an earsplitting crash.

    Oh, my goodness! Hannah shrieked, rushing to the window.

    What was it? the girls chorused as they ran after her.

    The painter! Hannah cried. His ladder must have slipped and he fell!

    All four were staring down at the lawn, where the man in white overalls was dizzily swaying to his feet. The ladder was lying on the grass a few feet away from him.

    I hope he isn’t badly hurt, Hannah said. We’d better go down and find out.

    Her words were hardly spoken, when the man quickly hobbled across the lawn to a truck parked

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