Chapter
One
THIS IS GOING to be awesome!” Ned Nickerson exclaimed. “I get to spend my ten days of spring break with my girl, and the very first night she gets free tickets to Riverfront Park!”
Ned leaned across from the passenger seat of Nancy’s blue Mustang and wrapped Nancy in a hug. “Boy, did I miss you!”
“Same here, Nickerson,” Nancy said, resting her head briefly on his shoulder.
“It’s been too long,” Ned murmured into Nancy’s ear.
George Fayne coughed pointedly from the back, where she sat sideways, her long legs stretched out across both seats. “Save the lovey-dovey stuff for later, okay? We have to get to Adriana’s show.”
“Right,” said Nancy, sitting up and starting the car.
“I can’t believe Adriana Polidori is one of your father’s clients,” Ned said as Nancy pulled the Mustang away from the curb. “She’s one of the most famous magicians in the world.”
Nancy, Ned, and their good friend George were headed for Riverfront Park, an amusement park just south of Conklin Falls, about twenty miles from River Heights, where George and Nancy lived. The free passes had arrived at Carson Drew’s law office, compliments of Adriana Polidori herself.
“I’m still surprised that Adriana decided to take over the park after her uncle Nicos died last fall,” Nancy commented. “Dad says she plans to give up touring and settle down here for good.”
“It does seem like an odd career move,” Ned agreed.
“I don’t know about that,” George said. “Remember when we went to that rock concert at the park last summer? The auditorium is huge—it would be perfect for a magic show. Besides, what magician wouldn’t want her own stage, where she could permanently rig up equipment for really spectacular illusions?”
Nancy drove out of town and got on the parkway headed north toward Conklin Falls. During the ride, she and George caught Ned up on what had been going on in River Heights, including how Nancy had gotten involved in a big murder case while serving as a volunteer at the city’s teen center hotline. Ned was a student at Emerson College, a two-hour drive from River Heights, so he and Nancy didn’t get to spend much time together during the school year.
Nancy stole a glance at Ned. It was such a treat having him there! She couldn’t help sighing.
Ned caught her gazing at him and chastised her gently. “Keep your eyes on the road, Drew.”
Nancy grinned and rubbed Ned’s arm playfully. “Don’t kid yourself. You’re not that distracting, Nickerson.”
“Hey, look,” George broke in, pointing up ahead. “Talk about spectacular!”
From the parkway exit ramp, they could see the lights of the amusement park glittering against the clear early-evening sky. As Nancy turned onto the road that led toward the Muskoka River, she spotted the roller coaster, Ferris wheel, and parachute jump.
“I can’t wait!” George cried. “I’m going on the roller coaster. And I’m going to eat cotton candy until I’m stuffed. Who’s up for it?”
“Me!” Ned said.
“But not until after the magic show,” Nancy added.
“Well, sure,” said George. “We can’t miss Adriana’s act.”
Soon they were driving through the gates of Riverfront Park. The parking lot was jammed. Even on a chilly Tuesday evening in April, Adriana was attracting a sizable crowd.
“Isn’t it a bit early in the season to open an amusement park?” George asked.
“Actually, the grand opening isn’t until the beginning of May,” Nancy explained. “These first few weeks are sort of a dress rehearsal. My dad said Adriana wants to try out her new act on an audience to work out the bugs. She also decided to open a number of the rides and attractions, but she won’t have everything up and running until May.”
Nancy found a parking place at the far end of the lot. The three of them got out, then Nancy locked the car, and they headed for the entrance. They showed their passes to the man at the booth, then joined the crowd along the midway. It was a beautiful evening but definitely chilly. Nancy was glad she’d worn her leather bomber jacket, jeans, and a sweater. Ned wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and Nancy smiled up at him.
“Don’t you love this old place?” she asked.
The midway was a broad, gravel-covered walkway that ran from the entrance to a plaza perched high on the cliffs above the river. It twinkled with festive lights and was lined with dozens of game and refreshment booths. Barkers called to Nancy and her friends from the booths, challenging them to win prizes by tossing rings or shooting duck decoys or ringing a bell with a whack of a sledgehammer.
The brightly lit rides surrounding the midway whirled against the dark sky. Nancy noticed a line at the Ferris wheel and could hear joyful, giddy screams from the cars suspended high above her. Raucous music filled the air, making her head spin.
“You bet I love it,” Ned said. “I remember coming here when I was a kid. I’m glad Adriana is going to keep it open.”
“I just wish Bess were with us,” George lamented, running a hand through her short brown hair. Bess Marvin was George’s cousin and the girls’ best friend.
“Maybe she’ll go to a theme park while she’s in Florida with her family,” Nancy said.
“Maybe. But only Riverfront has the Typhoon,” George declared. She gazed longingly at the big roller coaster as they walked by. Its towering latticework of steel beams supported tracks that twisted and dipped like the rings of intertwined pretzels. As two trains of four cars each plummeted down the steep hills, the riders on the Typhoon shrieked and raised their arms straight over their heads.
Nancy could sense Ned and George’s excitement as they watched the cars sail by. She checked her watch and said, “Ten minutes until Adriana’s show. You guys will just have to wait to ride the Typhoon.”
George seemed to be dejected for a moment, but then her expression brightened. “All right! Let’s get going or we might miss her act.”
They found a sign for the auditorium and hurried in that direction. The crowd thickened as they neared the huge brick and glass building. Above the entrance was a marquee. Appearing Tonight: Adriana Polidori, the World’s Greatest Illusionist, its bright lights announced.
Ushers guided Nancy and her friends into the auditorium and to their seats in the second row. Heavy blue velvet curtains hid the stage, and the audience around them buzzed, anticipating the show.
Soon the lights dimmed, and out of the darkness the beam of a single spotlight hit the curtains. Then a violin played a haunting gypsy melody. The curtains parted just enough to allow a solitary figure to pass through. Adriana Polidori stepped into the spotlight, to the wild applause of the audience.
Ned leaned over to Nancy. “I guess everyone’s as excited as we are to see Adriana in person,” he whispered.
Nancy studied Adriana as she held up her hand to silence the crowd. She was in her midthirties, a tall, strikingly beautiful woman with dramatic features and thick jet black hair. She wore an elegant floor-length black gown with a halter neck and long black gloves.
“I guess we can be pretty sure that she doesn’t have anything up her sleeves,” George joked.
Now the audience hushed, and Adriana leaned toward them, a mischievous gleam in her startling green eyes. She gestured sinuously with her hands and arms, drawing them in.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” she said, her voice a whisper picked up by a microphone Nancy knew was hidden on her costume. “Welcome to my new home. Riverfront Park was my home once before, when I was a little girl, and it was here, in a place of marvels and joy, that I learned about magic. I want to share the dreams of that little girl with you tonight.”
Adriana gestured dramatically towar
d the curtains. As they parted, a smoky, multicolored haze poured from the opening. More lights came up on stage, and the audience murmured appreciatively at the scene revealed. The set depicted a fanciful Arabian garden surrounded by domes and minarets. Colored fog a foot deep swirled around the floor of the stage. Above, a bright crescent moon shone in a sky filled with jewellike stars. Nancy was dazzled.
As the violin played, Adriana began to dance. For a second she vanished behind a palm tree, and when she appeared again, she wore scarlet harem pants, a brocaded vest, and many swirling veils. The audience applauded at her remarkable transformation.
Over the music came the sound of Adriana’s voice, rich, full, hypnotic, no longer a whisper. “The girl dreamed that she was a princess, imprisoned in the garden of an evil wizard. She danced to soothe her loneliness. Her only companions were the creatures of her imagination.”
As she danced, she released several veils, one by one. Each of them swirled as it fell, then rose again, as if by itself. Soon there were four of these silk shadows dancing with her.
“Are they real dancers or what?” Ned asked Nancy.
“They couldn’t be,” Nancy whispered back, mesmerized. “But they sure look real. I wonder how she does it.”
“You guys,” George scolded them. “Don’t try to figure it out. You’ll ruin it!”
The music built to a crescendo, then suddenly stopped. Adriana froze in place. The dancing veils stopped, too, trembling a bit as Adriana frowned at them.
“But these companions only reminded the princess that she was alone,” she told the audience, then clapped her hands imperiously. As if following her command, the veils dropped to the floor. The audience applauded, enchanted by her showmanship.
The music began again as Adriana said, “The princess knew she must escape the garden and venture out into the great world beyond. But how?” Adriana swirled around, and when she faced the audience again, she had a shiny brass lamp in one hand. Her face shone with joy and wonder.
Nancy watched as Adriana rubbed the lantern and purple smoke began to pour from it, rising toward the ceiling in a dense column. Gradually the smoke took the shape of a huge genie looming over the magician. Adriana drew back in fear but then leaned forward as though listening as the genie spoke to her.
“The genie promised the princess only one wish, but she knew at once what it must be. Something to take her away!” The genie bowed once to Adriana, then broke apart as though scattered by a breeze.
The audience sat spellbound. Adriana turned her attention to the fog billowing around her feet. She began to wave her arms in front of her, and a Persian carpet rose out of the haze. Soon it floated four feet off the floor, undulating in response to Adriana’s gestures.
Nancy scanned the stage to see if she could figure out how the carpet was operated. She quickly gave up and let Adriana’s magic work, her gaze riveted on the patterned rug as it dipped low for Adriana to leap onto it. It swooped high into the air, Adriana riding it like Aladdin! The audience gasped in amazement.
“But the evil wizard would not let her escape so easily,” Adriana went on. A dark figure in a black turban and robe appeared atop one of the minarets. He snapped his fingers, and a ring of fire formed in front of Adriana. The carpet hesitated in midair, then flew right through the fiery hoop. Adriana escaped!
Still up in the air on the flying carpet, she laughed at the evil wizard, who stood shaking his fist at her. The audience laughed.
“See?” Nancy whispered to Ned. “The way she went through the ring proves that there are no strings holding the carpet up!”
Just then Nancy spotted several small tongues of flame licking at the back corner of the flying carpet.
“Ned, George,” Nancy said, her fear sounding an alarm. “Look!”
“The carpet’s on fire,” George said, rising out of her seat. “That’s not supposed to happen, is it?”
Nancy clutched the arms of her chair.
Someone at the back of the audience screamed.
Startled, Adriana turned and saw the orange glow that had now engulfed the carpet’s tassled fringe. Nancy could tell by the magician’s expression that something terrible was happening.
Adriana took a step toward the fire, raising her foot to stamp it out. Before she could move, though, the carpet erupted in flames!
Chapter
Two
ADRIANA! NO!”
The shout came from a tall man in a dark suit who’d sprung up from his seat in the front row. With surprising agility, he leapt onto the stage, tore off his jacket, and started beating the flames with his jacket.
The rest of the audience rose almost as one when it became clear that Adriana’s act had gone terribly wrong.
“Come on, she needs help!” Nancy cried to Ned and George.
She raced for the steps at the side of the stage. Ned and George followed, carrying their jackets. The man was still beating at the flames, which had spread to Adriana’s costume. The magician still hadn’t jumped down—perhaps she was in shock. Ned and George joined the man, while crew members ran out from the wings.
Nancy dashed offstage and spotted what was needed—a fire extinguisher. She grabbed it and vaulted toward Adriana.
“Stand back!” Nancy called out. Then she shot several hard blasts of foam at Adriana and the flaming carpet. The magician reeled, but the extinguisher did its job.
“Adriana,” the tall man cried, pulling her down from the carpet and into his arms.
George and Ned appeared at Nancy’s side. “Who’s that guy?” George asked.
“I haven’t the vaguest idea,” Nancy replied.
As the stage manager reassured the audience that Adriana was all right, the curtain came down behind him. Nancy doused the flying carpet with a few more shots of foam, putting the fire out completely.
“What do you think happened, Nan?” Ned asked, whispering.
“I’m not sure, but you can bet I’m going to find out,” Nancy said. “First let’s make sure Adriana’s all right.”
“I think her friend is doing a pretty good job of that,” George said with a slight smile.
Clutching Adriana to him, the man rose to his full height. He had a shock of dark hair and a small gold hoop dangled from his left ear. At his side, Adriana looked shaken. The man stroked her hair gently and led her offstage.
Meanwhile, the house lights came on and ushers began guiding people out of the auditorium.
Nancy, George, and Ned quickly caught up with Adriana backstage. “Excuse me,” Nancy said, calling after the magician. “My friends and I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
Adriana turned. She was deathly pale, but a look of gratitude passed over her face. She gripped Nancy’s forearm with a very strong hand. “I’m fine. You saved my life, young lady. How can I thank you?”
The dark-haired man stood behind Adriana, silent and frowning.
“You can let me take a look at your flying carpet,” Nancy replied. “I’d like to find out how the fire started.”
“She’s a detective,” George explained.
The magician frowned.
Nancy laughed lightly. “My name is Nancy Drew,” she said.
“Carson’s daughter!” the woman exclaimed. “You even look a little like him around the eyes.” She clasped Nancy’s hand in both of hers. “Your father is a wonderful lawyer. He handled my uncle Nicos’s estate. And when I came here several months ago, he became my first friend.”
“You sent him tickets for tonight, remember?” Nancy said. “He was tied up, so he gave them to us.” Nancy gestured to her companions. “These are my friends, George Fayne and Ned Nickerson.”
Adriana shook their hands, then turned back to Nancy. “Your father has told me about you. He’s very proud of your detective work.”
“And she’s just as good as he said,” Ned added.
Adriana dropped her head. “I could use a detective,” she said softly.
“You don’t think the fir
e was an accident, do you?” Nancy asked.
Adriana ran her fingers through her tousled hair, then looked up. “We are very careful here. My crew has been with me for years, through all my touring. This kind of thing has never happened before.”
“Do you have any idea how the fire started?” Nancy pressed.
“The ring trick has been in my act before. My stage manager, André, douses the carpet and my costume with flame retardant,” she explained.
“I see,” Nancy said.
Adriana straightened. “I’ll have André show you how it works. If you can find out how this happened . . .”
“Of course,” Nancy assured her. “I’ll do whatever I can to help.”
Relief softened Adriana’s face. “André!” she called out.
The man who had made the announcement to the audience came forward. He was a short man in his twenties with curly blond hair. “Please show Ms. Drew how the carpet trick works,” Adriana said, her voice suddenly clipped and professional.
Then the magician turned to Nancy, Ned, and George. “I’ll be in my dressing room. Could you meet me there in half an hour?” she asked.
Nancy nodded.
“By then I should have recovered. And maybe you’ll have some news for me,” Adriana added.
“I hope so,” Nancy said.
Then Adriana took the tall man’s arm and swept away.
“Amazing!” Ned exclaimed, following Adriana with his eyes.
“Don’t get any ideas, Nickerson,” Nancy said. “Just because she’s beautiful. And talented.”
“Don’t worry, Drew,” he replied teasingly. “You’ve got your own kind of magic.”
Behind Ned, George groaned. Then the three friends turned to Adriana’s stage manager, who led them over to where the flying carpet still stood, half-burned, in the middle of the stage. Someone had already mopped up the foam from the fire extinguisher, but the smell of smoke and chemicals lingered.
“It looks like Adriana will have to make some serious repairs,” said Ned as he surveyed the damage. A third of the carpet was completely burned, and the rest was badly singed. “How does this thing work anyway?”