“Call the fire department," I said, trying hard to stay calm. "On it." Bess said, digging into her pocket. "I'll text 911." "Don't text, call!" I said, feeling my heart pounding in the chest.” — Carolyn Keene Copy Share Image
“Madame Valenska sat down in one of the chairs. “Whose fortune shall I tell first?” she asked the girls. Nancy stepped forward. “Mine. I… — Carolyn Keene Copy Share Image
I'll wire the International Federation of American Homing Pigeon Fanciers and give them the number stamped on the bird's leg ring. — Carolyn Keene Copy Share Image
Bell seated himself behind the desk, motioning for Nancy to stand opposite him. There was tense silence for a moment. Then Bell reached for… — Carolyn Keene Copy Share Image
“Strauss! Oh yes, he was so-so. He wrote pretty music- The Blue Danube and Tales from the Vienna Woods. But what is that compared… — Carolyn Keene Copy Share Image
I don't promise to forget the mystery, but I know I'll have a marvelous time. — Carolyn Keene Copy Share Image
Chuckling to herself, Nancy said aloud, "Romance and detective work won't mix tonight! — Carolyn Keene Copy Share Image
