Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
CHAPTER I - A Blinding Storm
CHAPTER II - Uninvited Guests
CHAPTER III - Strange Guardians
CHAPTER IV - The Tree Crash
CHAPTER V - The Unexpected Prowler
CHAPTER VI - An Invitation to Sleuth
CHAPTER VII - A Startling Assignment
CHAPTER VIII - The Frightened Runaway
CHAPTER IX - A Valuable Inheritance
CHAPTER X - The Danger Sign
CHAPTER XI - Trapped!
CHAPTER XII - A Black Abyss
CHAPTER XIII - An Actor’s Ruse
CHAPTER XIV - A Desperate Situation
CHAPTER XV - Plans for Rescue
CHAPTER XVI - A Speedy Getaway
CHAPTER XVII - Two-way Detecting
CHAPTER XVIII - Night Trail
CHAPTER XIX - Missing Property
CHAPTER XX - A Surprise Gift
The man chained to the bench was Jacob Aborn!
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CHAPTER I
A Blinding Storm
“LOOK at those black storm clouds!” Nancy Drew pointed out to her friend, Helen Corning, who was seated beside her in the bow of the small red motorboat.
Nancy, blue-eyed, and with reddish-gold glints in her blond hair, was at the wheel. She gazed anxiously across a long expanse of water to the distant shores of Twin Lakes. The Pinecrest Motel, where the eighteen-year-old girl and her older friend were staying, was almost two miles away on the smaller of the two lakes.
Helen Corning, dark-haired and petite, looked at Nancy with concern. “I think we’re in for a cloudburst,” she said, “and Twin Lakes becomes as rough as the ocean in a storm.”
A few minutes later angry waves began to beat against the sides of the boat.
“Are there life preservers aboard, Helen?” Nancy asked.
“No,” Helen answered fearfully.
Nancy set her chin grimly. Although it was only four o’clock in the afternoon, the sky was becoming increasingly dark. The pleasant summer breeze, which had been blowing earlier, was turning into a stiff wind.
“It’s getting harder to keep on course,” Nancy remarked, gripping the wheel more tightly.
As she increased the boat’s speed to the maximum, the craft fairly leaped through the water, dashing spray into the girls’ faces.
“I wonder if there are any raincoats in the lockers,” said Helen.
“Please look,” Nancy requested. “We’ll be drenched by the time we reach the motel dock.”
Luckily Helen found two plastic coats. She slipped into one, then helped Nancy into the other.
A streak of forked lightning cut across the sky, momentarily disclosing a thick mass of ugly clouds. The lightning was followed by an ominous crack of thunder, which caused the girls to jump.
“This is terrible!” Helen wailed.
A moment later the wind began to howl. It struck the boat with a force which made Helen grasp the railing next to her for support. Another dazzling flash of lightning illuminated the sky, and simultaneously a deluge of rain began to descend.
Nancy peered ahead into the dimness. The shore line had vanished and the blinding rain made it impossible for her to see more than a few feet beyond the bow of the boat.
“At least we have half a tank of fuel,” Nancy announced, trying to sound optimistic. “We’ll reach shore soon, I’m sure.”
“I wouldn’t bet on that,” Helen said nervously.
A worried expression furrowed the young pilot’s brow. The boat was making little progress against the wind. If anything happened to the motor they would be at the mercy of the waves.
A few minutes later the rain came down even harder. The wind continued to blow a raging gale and the waves. seemed higher.
The girls leaned forward, trying to get their bearings. As a jagged ribbon of lightning illuminated the path ahead, Helen screamed, “About!”
Nancy froze with horror. A tremendous log was floating directly into the Path of the motorboat!
Her heart pounding, the young skipper gave the wheel a vicious turn, but not quickly enough. With a splintering crash, the bow of the boat struck the log!
The impact sent Helen sprawling to the deck. Nancy clung to the steering wheel, but was thrown forward violently.
“Helen, are you hurt?” she asked.
“I—I’m all right. Are you?” she stammered, as Nancy helped Helen to her feet. Both girls were breathing heavily.
By now the small boat was listing sharply to starboard. Nancy saw instantly that the log had torn a jagged hole in the side of the craft. Water was pouring in rapidly.
“Quick, Helen!” Nancy ordered tersely. “You bail and I’ll try to stop the leak!”
She sprang forward, tore off her raincoat, and stuffed it into the hole. Helen, meanwhile, found a rusty can and began to bail. Despite their efforts, water continued to pour through the opening.
“Let’s shout for help!” Nancy cried above the wind, but she doubted that there was any other craft on the lake.
The girls cupped their hands to their lips and shouted frantically. Their only answer was the howl of the gale and the steady beat of rain.
“Louder!” Helen urged, and they screamed until they were hoarse.
“It’s no use,” Nancy said at last. “We’ll have to think of something else.”
Just then Nancy saw a giant wave bearing down on them. She met it head on, hoping to ride the crest, but a deluge of water almost inundated the girls. They were flung overboard and the motorboat sank to the bottom of the lake!
An excellent swimmer, Nancy managed to get her head above water almost immediately. Her first thought was for Helen. What had become of her?
Treading water, Nancy glanced about. Helen was not in sight.
“I must find her!” Nancy thought desperately. “She may have been injured!”
Then, several yards away, Nancy saw a white hand flash above the water. With powerful crawl strokes she plowed through the waves to the spot. The hand had vanished!
Nancy made a neat surface dive. Opening her eyes, she tried to see through the clouded water but to no avail. At last, she surfaced and drew in a deep breath.
Clearing her eyes, Nancy was relieved to spot her friend several feet ahead. Helen was floating on her back. Strong strokes brought Nancy directly behind her friend.
“My arms feel numb,” Helen said weakly. “Guess I hit them on the boat.”
“Don’t worry,” said Nancy. “Just lie still and I’ll tow you to shore.”
Nancy, however, had grave misgivings regarding her ability to accomplish this in the turbulent water. She needed every ounce of strength to swim the distance alone. Could she manage to save Helen? The storm had made the water very cold. Nancy prayed that she would not get a cramp and both girls go down.
“Hold your breath when you see a wave coming,” she instructed Helen, as they started off.
At frequent intervals Nancy shouted for help, although she felt it was wasted energy. On and on they went.
Helen noticed finally that Nancy’s breathing showed the great strain on her. “Save yourself,” she begged. “Go on to shore without me.??
?
“Never!” said Nancy, as a huge wave bore down upon the two girls, smothering them in its impact.
Feebly, Nancy struggled back to the surface with her burden. “One more like that and I’ll be through,” she said to herself.
Just then Nancy thought she detected a voice above the roar of the wind. Was it her imagination or had she really heard someone call?
“Help!” she screamed.
This time there could be no mistake, for she distinguished the words:
“Hold on! I’m coming!”
Through the blinding rain Nancy caught a glimpse of a dark object. A rowboat! If only she could hold out until it reached her!
“Over here!” Nancy cried loudly, waving.
As the boat approached, she fully expected to see it swamped. The boat swept safely toward the two girls, barely avoiding a crash, however. To Nancy’s surprise, there was only one occupant in the boat—a slender, auburn-haired girl of about sixteen.
Twice she tried to bring the boat alongside the swimmers, but failed. The third time, as the craft swept past, Nancy lunged forward and caught the side of it. She dragged Helen along, supporting her with one hand until she, too, secured a hold.
“Can you climb aboard?” their rescuer asked. “I’ll balance the boat while you get in.”
Nancy explained about the submerged motorboat and Helen’s useless arms.
With the strange girl and Nancy working together, they managed to get Helen into the craft. Then Nancy pulled herself over the side.
“Safe!” Helen said in relief. “I don’t know how to thank you,” she told their rescuer.
“Are you both all right?” asked the strange girl. “We’re not far from the beach—otherwise, I couldn’t have heard your cries for help in this wind.”
“You were very brave to come for us,” said Nancy. “I’m Nancy Drew and this is Helen Corning.”
The girl at the oars stared at Nancy with keen interest. “I’m Laura Pendleton,” she said. “I read in a newspaper about one of the mysteries you solved. I may need your help some day soon, Nancy.”
Without another word Laura bent over her oars again.
“I’ll help you row,” Nancy offered, snatching up an extra oar from the bottom of the rowboat, and wondering what Laura Pendleton’s mystery was.
Using the oar like a paddle, Nancy attempted to keep the boat on course. As she and Laura made some progress against the wind and waves, Helen took new hope.
“I think we’re going to make it!” she said in relief. “Oh!”
A vivid flash of lightning illuminated the water. Directly ahead, through the rain, she and Nancy caught a glimpse of the rocky shore line.
“The rocks. Laura! Be careful or we’ll be dashed against them!” Helen cried out, as the rowboat was tossed and slapped by the crashing waves.
Another zigzag streak of lightning disclosed the shore line more distinctly. A short distance out from the land and directly in front of their boat stood the ugly protruding nose of a jagged boulder!
CHAPTER II
Uninvited Guests
FOR an instant Nancy panicked. Would the girls be able to steer clear of the menacing rocks? A collision seemed unavoidable!
“We’ll be killed!” gasped Helen.
“Row to the left, Laura!” Nancy commanded. “It’s our only chance.”
With a burst of energy the rowers turned the boat and deftly avoided the jagged boulder. An oncoming wave pushed them farther out of danger.
“There’s a cove ahead!” Laura shouted above the wind. “We’ll try to make it.”
In another five minutes they reached the cove. Here the water was comparatively quiet.
“Thank goodness!” Helen murmured. “Oh, you girls are wonderful!”
As Nancy’s oar struck a sand bar, she dropped it and quickly stepped out into water up to her knees. Laura followed and the two girls pulled the boat up onto the beach. Then they helped Helen Corning step onto firm sand.
“How do your arms feel now?” Nancy asked her.
“Better,” Helen replied. “But I’m freezing.” Her teeth were chattering.
Nancy herself was cold. She squinted through the darkness and rain, trying to see where they were. It seemed to be a desolate spot.
“Where are we?” she asked Laura. “Is there some place nearby where we can sit out the storm and get warm?”
“The only place I know,” Laura replied, “is a bungalow I passed a while ago as I was walking along the beach. It’s to our right, secluded among the trees.”
“Sounds fine,” Nancy said. “Let’s hurry!”
The three bedraggled girls stumbled along the beach. Water oozed from Laura’s sandals. Nancy and Helen had kicked theirs off in the lake and now slipped and slid in their soggy socks.
Presently the girls reached a small, concealed building, a one-and-a-half-storied weather-beaten bungalow which stood a short distance from the water’s edge. The upper level nestled into the steep, wooded hillside. Since there was no light inside, Nancy assumed no one was there. She knocked. No answer. Nancy tried to open the door. It was locked.
“Looks as if we’re out of luck,” said Helen.
But Nancy was not easily discouraged, and she knew it was imperative for the girls to get warm. Her father, a well-known lawyer, had trained her to be self-reliant. He frequently handled mystery cases, and Nancy had often helped him in unearthing valuable clues.
In addition, Nancy had solved some mystery cases on her own—one involving an old clock and another a haunted house. There, Nancy had aided its owners to discover a hidden staircase which led to the capture of the mansion’s “ghost.”
“I’m sure that the owner of this bungalow will forgive us for going in,” Nancy said.
There was a small window to the right of the door. She tried it and found to her relief that it was unlocked.
“That’s a lucky break,” said Helen, as Nancy opened the window.
Fortunately, it was low enough to the ground for the girls to hoist themselves through easily.
“Whew!” Laura exclaimed, as the wind almost blew them inside. She helped Nancy close the window.
It was pitch dark inside the building. Nancy groped around for a light switch, finally found one, and flicked it on. A small bulb in the ceiling disclosed nothing except two canoes and a wooden bench which stood against one wall.
“Maybe it’s only a boathouse,” said Helen, flopping wearily onto the bench.
The girls noticed a narrow flight of stairs leading to the second floor.
“I wonder,” Nancy mused, “if we might find something up there to wrap around us. Or maybe even some towels to dry ourselves off with. Let’s see.”
Laura followed Nancy to the rear of the building. Seeing a light switch for the upper story, Nancy turned it and the two girls climbed the steps. To their surprise, the second floor of the bungalow was furnished with two cots and blankets, a table and chairs, tiny refrigerator, a sink, and a two-burner electric stove.
“We’re in luck!” Nancy exclaimed happily. “Come on up, Helen,” she called.
Laura spotted an open closet in a corner of the room. It was well stocked with food. She held up a can of prepared cocoa.
“Under the circumstances,” she said, “I doubt that the owner of this place would object if we made something warm to drink.”
Helen and Nancy agreed. Within a short time the three girls had taken off their wet clothing and were wrapped in blankets. Laura had turned on one burner of the stove and made hot chocolate.
“Umm, this is good,” Nancy said contentedly.
Both she and Helen again thanked Laura profusely for coming to their rescue, and said they had been trying to get back to the Pinecrest MoteL
“Are you staying there?” Laura questioned.
“For a week,” Helen replied. “My Aunt June is coming tomorrow. She was supposed to ride up with us Thursday from River Heights where we live, but was detained. She’s going
to help design my dress for my marriage to Jim Archer. He’s in Europe now on business for an oil company. When he returns to the States, we’ll be married.”
Nancy Drew asked Laura if she, too, was a summer visitor at the resort. When her question met with silence, Nancy was surprised to see tears gathering in Laura’s eyes.
“I’m sorry, Laura,” Nancy said instantly. “You’ve been through a terrible ordeaL You should be resting instead of talking.”
“Of course,” Helen agreed.
Laura blinked her eyes, then said soberly, “You don’t understand. You see, my mother passed away a month ago and—” She could not continue.
Nancy impulsively put an arm around Laura’s shoulders. “I do understand,” she said, and told of losing her own mother at the age of three.
Helen added, “Nancy lives with her father, a lawyer, and Hannah Gruen, their housekeeper.”
“I’m an orphan,” Laura stated simply. “My father was in a boat accident nearly six years ago.” She explained that Mr. Pendleton’s sailboat had capsized during a storm. He had been alone and no one had been near enough to save him.
“That’s why,” Laura added, “I knew I had to save whoever was crying for help on the lake today. I love to walk in a storm.”
Nancy and Helen felt their hearts go out to the parentless girl. Not only was Laura brave, but also she showed great strength of character.
“With whom are you staying now?” Nancy asked Laura.
The girl looked troubled. “I’m alone at the moment. I checked in at the Montewago Hotel just this morning. But my guardian Jacob Aborn and his wife Marian are to arrive some time this evening. They’re taking me to their summer home at Melrose Lake. I believe it’s near here.”
“Yes, it is,” Nancy said.
“Do you know the Aborns?” Helen asked.
Laura said that she did not remember the couple. Her mother had frequently spoken of them, however.
“Mr. Aborn is distantly related to my mother, and it was her request that he become my legal guardian in case of her death.”