Nancy Clue Mysteries 3 - A Ghost in the Closet (8 page)

Jackie grinned. "Dinner," she said.

Although Cherry had doubted she could consume even one morsel while wearing that snug dress, twenty minutes later she had managed to drink two glasses of sparkling champagne and nibble on some scrumptious canapes. While Jackie ordered a delectable meal, Cherry looked with wide-eyed wonder around the Macambo Room, exclaiming over the soft sapphire blue walls, blue and white draperies and white marble dance floor. "This place is heaven!" she exclaimed as she watched happy couples glide across the room to the gay tunes of the Phil Bolero Orchestra. "And I love these white leather settees; they're so neighborly!" she cried as she boldly scooted closer to Jackie, who smiled and ordered another bottle of champagne.

"Oh, two's my limit!" Cherry, protested when the bottle was brought to the table. "Well, maybe three," she giggled. She patted her ruby red lips with her napkin before taking a sip of her champagne to prevent an unaesthetic smudge on the fine glassware. She paused when she realized Jackie was staring at her every move.

"You're such a girl," Jackie admired her happily.

Cherry blushed. "I have my mother to thank for that," she acknowledged.

"I'll send her a thank-you note in the morning," Jackie grinned as she refilled their glasses. Cherry smiled. Not only was Jackie the handsomest girl she had ever seen, she was so mannerly! Cherry began to relax, and soon the girls were talking and laughing like old friends.

Their scrumptious supper was served, but neither girl had much of an appetite. Cherry forced herself to taste the yummy food, but found it difficult to swallow. Her mouth was dry, there were butterflies in her stomach, and her knees were shaking so badly it took all her concentration to walk to the ladies' lounge when she felt the urge to powder her nose. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world!

"I could stay here forever," Cherry sighed when she rejoined her date. As she slipped into the settee, she slid even closer. Before she knew it, Jackie had put her arm around her, and Cherry let it stay there.

"Let's come here every night," Cherry said in a gay tone, knowing all too well that their days together might be num bered. Would Jackie run out of vacation time before Cherry made up her mind?

"I'll reserve this very table," Jackie played along.

"And we'll have champagne with every meal," Cherry cried as she downed her drink. It was her fifth glass of champagne, but she didn't care. For tonight, she was more than simply levelheaded Cherry Aimless, Registered Nurse. She was Cherry Aimless, Registered Nurse, headed for love!

CHAPTER 10

Girl Trouble!

"Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred." Nancy had brushed her trademark titian mane until it shone, but it did no good. She threw the silver-backed brush across her dressing table, knocking over some expensive perfume in the process, but Nancy didn't care. The only thing she did care about-an attractive dark-haired nurse with a bubbly nature and a ready smile-had been gone now for five hours, and might never be coming back!

"I musn't dwell on those two," Nancy told herself as she slipped into her luscious pale pink shantung silk pajamas and tied a pert bow around her hair. "It's already midnight, and I've simply got to get some sleep so I will look my best tomorrow." She knew she'd have to act fast to regain the advantage in the contest for Cherry's hand.

"But what shall I do, Gogo?" she asked the little terrier who was curled up in her usual place. Nancy felt a stab of pity as she remembered the terrified expressions on the faces of the kidnapped poodles when they popped out of the trunk. "I should really call Chief O'Malley at the Lake Merrimen Police Department and offer my services, seeing as how I'm so good at solving cases like these," Nancy thought guiltily. "But going off on a case will mean leaving Cherry and Jackie alone, and I can't afford to do that!" she quickly reminded herself.

Nancy sighed as she threw back her snowy white chenille bedspread, slipped under the covers and turned off the small bedside lamp. Midge and Velma had gone to bed the second supper was over, so Nancy had spent the evening helping Hannah sew side darts in some new cotton blouses. As the hours dragged by, Nancy knew Cherry and Jackie's dinner date must have turned into something more!

Tortured by the thought of those two together, she tossed and turned, finally falling into a uneasy sleep. She awoke to the unmistakable sound of George's old jalopy pulling into the drive. Nancy slipped out of bed and raced over to the window. Golly, Jackie and Cherry had finally returned!

She watched with bated breath as Jackie helped Cherry from the car and escorted her to the front porch. She could hear hushed giggles as the two girls crept in the house. Nancy waited for the sound of footsteps on the landing, and when none came she threw on her quilted housecoat and fuzzy slippers and snuck down the stairs. "Where could they be?" she wondered as she peeked over the banister into the empty living room. She pulled her robe tight and crept into the kitchen.

The squeak of the porch swing and more laugher reached her ears. Nancy checked the kitchen clock and was surprised to find it was three in the morning! "Why, it's positively indecent to stay up this late," she thought as she blinked back tears. She crept closer to the back door, taking care to keep in the shadows. Although she couldn't make out what they were saying, the way Cherry was sitting, practically in Jackie's lap with her face turned up in rapt adoration, told Nancy that she'd better do something fast!

Nancy raced to the study and shut the door, then picked up the telephone and spoke urgently into the receiver. "Operator, please connect me with the Hardly estate in nearby Feyport-and fast!"

Her chums Joe and Frank Hardly had just returned from their European vacation. "I was going to give them a few days to shake the wrinkles from their travel clothes and get their land legs back, but this is a genuine emergency!" Nancy thought.

She tapped her fingers nervously on the mahogany desk while she waited for her connection to be put through. "I'll ask Frank and Joe to luncheon tomorrow to meet the gang," she schemed. "I'll serve Joe's favorite cheese-and-egg pie and wilted leaf lettuce salad, then I'll ask Frank to step outside to the garden, and once there, ask him what to do about this romantic dilemma. I'll wear my new sunflower yellow pique sunsheath-Frank's sure to appreciate the careful detailing, especially the embroidered collar-"

"Hello?" a sleepy lad's voice queried at the other end of the line. Nancy took a deep breath and tried to steady her voice, but once she heard the masculine tone of her close chum Frank, her words came tumbling out all willy-nilly. "Oh, Frank," she sobbed. "I need your help. I've got trouble-girl trouble-of the most terrible kind!"

CHAPTER 11

The Mystery of Love

"Get the paper, Gogo," Midge commanded cheerfully. The perky terrier, who had taken up her post at Midge's feet, hoping to catch a stray toast crumb, raced out the dog door and returned seconds later with The River Depths Defender in her mouth and laid it at Midge's slipper-clad feet. "See how much she's learned since we've been here?" Midge grinned at Jackie as she unfurled the paper and glanced at the front page. "Next I'm teaching her how to make the beds," she joked, but her expression turned serious when she saw the news item at the bottom of the page. "Someone tried to snatch a teacup poodle from an elderly woman in nearby Battle Creek," she gasped.

But Jackie was too busy moping to notice. Too busy, really, thinking about Cherry and last night.

Midge tried to push the distressing news out of her mind. She put down the paper and got her chum a hot cup of coffee.

"Ugh!" Jackie cried after she took a gulp of the strong brew.

"Good, huh?" Midge asked as she poured herself another cup and popped a piece of bread in the toaster.

"Like rocket fuel," Jackie grimaced. "Where's Velma?" she wondered. "She makes great coffee."

"Out with Cherry," Midge told her. "Cherry was desperate for some girl talk so they went downtown to window shop," Midge paused and added dramatically, "The big news is that the latest fall fashions are in!"

"Goodness," Jackie replied. "And you didn't wake me? I simply must order my fall tee-shirts! " she grinned. Then she groaned. She wasn't in the mood to clown around this morning, not after two bottles of champagne and three hours' sleep-alone! "Did Cherry mention what she needed to talk about so urgently?" Jackie pumped her chum.

Midge shook her head. "I don't know anything that goes on around here," she admitted. "But I do know someone stayed up pretty late last night," she teased, adding hastily, "not that I was eavesdropping or anything. It's just that when I got up in the middle of the night to get Velma a glass of water I heard voices coming from the porch. Frankly, it sounded like an astronomy lecture out there-" Midge stopped kidding when she saw the glum expression on her friend's face. "Didn't the date go well?" Midge asked.

"It was the best time I've ever had!" Jackie exclaimed, adding, "That is, until we got home. I don't know what happened! We dined and danced and talked for hours-long enough to make me certain that Cherry's the girl for me! When I brought her back here, we sat on the swing for an eternity, but each time I got up the nerve to kiss her, she'd start pointing out constellations," Jackie lamented, adding, "Although last night wasn't a total waste. I did learn everything a girl could ever want to know about the Big Dipper."

She put her head in her hands and groaned. "Now I want her more than ever," Jackie admitted. She was beginning to think she would never get to Cherry, at least not while they were under Nancy's roof.

"You mean you two were together practically the whole night and you still haven't even kissed her?" Midge cried in alarm.

Jackie nodded gloomily. "Pathetic, isn't it? How long were you alone with Velma before-you know-"

"Ten minutes," Midge grinned.

Jackie's jaw dropped open. "You kissed Velma after just ten minutes?" she cried.

"She kissed me," Midge set the record straight.

"And you let her?" Jackie gasped.

Midge coolly lit a cigarette. Then a big grin lit up her face. "I could tell the minute I met Velma that she wasn't just any girl. As far as I was concerned, she could do whatever she wanted."

"Cherry's not just any girl, either," Jackie cried. "Why, you could safely say, when it comes to Cherry, there's no one else like her! "

CHAPTER 12

A Torrid Tale

That very moment at the Hardly estate, a distraught girl clad in fetching but rumpled pajamas was echoing those very same words. "There's no one like Cherry, I tell you! She's the girl for me! And I've lost her-forever! " Nancy's torrent of tears spilled into her cup of cocoa.

Frank Hardly, a fair-haired fellow with a thoughtful demeanor and a lean yet muscular build, shot his younger-by-one-year brother Joe, a handsome fellow with basset-hound brown eyes and a friendly face that was now etched with concern for his fretful friend, a worried look. "Get more handkerchiefs," he mouthed. Joe raced to the little laundry room off the kitchen, and was relieved to find a stack of clean, starched hankies on the ironing table. Quick as a wink, he snatched some up and raced back to the kitchen just as Nancy was threatening to use the sleeve of her shantung silk pajamas to mop her face.