Authors: Carolyn Keene
Stop the Clock
Just as I’m gearing up to help plan the Mahoney Library’s seventy-fifth anniversary celebration, the beautiful old clock, the very centerpiece of the library, is stolen. There’s nothing like a good theft to stop a party!
Naturally, I throw down the streamers and get to work. Turns out lots of people wanted that clock—and what’s inside. If I don’t hustle, this might become two crimes instead of one. . . .
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Let me introduce myself. I’m
My friends call me Nancy. My enemies call me a lot of other things, like “that girl who cooked my goose.” They actually sometimes speak like that, but what can you expect from criminals? See, I’m a detective. Well, not really. I mean, I don’t have a license or anything. I don’t carry a badge or a gun, in part because I wouldn’t touch a gun even if I could, and also because I’m just not old enough. But I
old enough to know when something isn’t right, when somebody’s getting an unfair deal, when someone’s done something they shouldn’t do. And I know how to stop them, catch them, and get them into the hands of the law, where they belong. I take those things seriously, and I’m almost never wrong.
My best friends, Bess and George, might not totally agree with me. They tell me I’m wrong a lot, and that they have to cover for me all of the time just to make me look good. Bess would tell you I dress badly. I call it casual. George would tell you I’m not focused. By that she’d mean that once again I forgot to fill my car with gas or bring enough money to buy lunch. But they both know I’m always focused when it comes to crime. Always.
Time flies. . . .
“Oh, this is awful!” Bess said. “Who would want to steal the library clock? I mean, who would have the heart?”
Ahead of us we saw Mrs. Corning at the circulation desk. She was literally pulling out her hair. Her normally perfect bun looked like a seeding dandelion, hairs drifting everywhere. She was also gesturing wildly at one of Chief McGinnis’s officers.
“Mrs. Corning!” I shouted to her, momentarily forgetting that we were in a library and that I wasn’t supposed to make a lot of noise.
Mrs. Corning looked in our direction. “Oh, Nancy, Nancy, Nancy!” she cried. “I’m so glad you’re finally here!” She turned back to the officer. “Now, perhaps we’ll be able to solve this crime!” she added in a hostile voice.
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Stop the Clock
atch out, Nancy!” Bess
I slammed on the brakes of my car just in time to miss an SUV speeding down Bluff Street. “Oops!”
“I’m telling you, Nancy,” George said. “You’ve got to stay focused!”
“Sorry,” I said. “I was just thinking about the library celebration and how we should decorate for it.”
Actually George was right. I did need to stay more focused. The problem is, I usually have so much on my mind that it’s racing a hundred miles per hour. It’s pretty hard to stay focused with that kind of a brain.