Quotes from Carolyn Keene

Slowly she surveyed her surroundings and took in the tiny gold lights glinting in every store window and the twin glass elevators decked in red and green bows. A banner hung from the second floor balcony, declaring ONLY SEVEN MORE SHOPPING DAYS TILL XMAS!

Do you mind if we stop at the Hip Hop Shop?" Bess asked pleadingly.

Nancy had no chance to reply. Suddenly there was a tremendous explosion, and in an instant the lovely white house on the hillside burst into flames! Tongues of fire leaped from the windows and doors.

As Jeffers' prisoners berated themselves for being caught in the diplodocus cage, the man suddenly turned and came back. Once more he gave a chilling, sardonic laugh.

George's eyes lit up as she considered that there might be a mystery to solve.

He was an attractive Emerson College football player who dated Nancy exclusively.

Everyone said good-night and went to his room.

The two women watched Judy intently as they introduced themselves as Edna and Mary Turner, great-aunts of the little girl. "Judy lives with us," explained Edna, the older sister.

She was tall, with reddish-blond hair and very fair skin. Her voice was musical and she had an attractive, lilting laugh.

Suddenly she saw a man who was snapping her picture. She stared at him and realized that he was short, had black hair, a hard face, and was wearing a gray suit. He looked to be of Italian descent. Could he possibly be Benny the Slippery One Caputti?

was just about to invite you to dance," came the unexpected reply. The orchestra was switching tempos and Nancy nodded. She followed the stranger to the center of the floor where several other couples were trying unsuccessfully to keep from bumping into each other. "I don't know your name," the young detective said as the two began to dance.

We have photostating equipment right here. I'll have a couple of copies made while you wait. Or shall I send them to your office?" Mr. Drew

Gosh, Bess, you'd think you were going on a date with a hot new guy instead of to a book signing at a stuffy downtown hotel. If I didn't know how much you love romance novels, I'd wonder what had gotten into you.

Gutterman's face flushed beet-red. Oh, is that so? he snarled. We'll see how impressed you are when we start questioning you. Oh, please don't question us, Ned cried mockingly.

George received permission to go, then Bess called her house. Mrs. Marvin said her daughter might accompany Nancy, and added that if Mr. Drew had not already chosen a place for them to stay, she would recommend the Long View Motel on top of the hill overlooking Deep River and the valley.

Piece of cake!

The drive to Bridgeton took about an hour and a half. Nancy and Helen arrived in time to attend services in the quaint, white, eighteenth-century church. Then they had lunch at a tearoom.

That's the direction the thieves took," Nancy told him, noting the dust and tire marks which revealed the van's exit onto the highway. "But," she added, glancing at the dashboard clock, "they're probably too far away by this time for us to catch them." "Yes, ding it," Jeff muttered. Nancy drove as rapidly as the law permitted toward Melborne. All the while, Jeff Tucker peered from one side of the road to the other.

Do you think he's going to hurt Sam?" Bess asked. "I don't know. But it sounds like that's on the table.

This Mrs. Emory remembers she phoned the Horton house to talk to her friend about a class reunion.

Pretty," she commented to herself. "Oh, why can't all people be nice like this scenery and not make trouble?

hunting for a needle in a haystack.

Nancy had taken an instant dislike to Gomber and now it was quadrupled.

delicious dinner of spring lamb, rice and mushrooms, fresh peas and chocolate angel cake with vanilla ice cream, the conversation revolved around the railroad bridge mystery and then the haunted Twin Elms mansion.