The Haunted Showboat (16 page)

Authors: Carolyn Keene

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“If you get any leads, Miss Drew, let us know,” the captain requested.

The Havers and their visitors hurried off to New Orleans and found places in the mayor’s grandstand. Soon they heard band music, and down the street came the long line of floats.

“It’s just like being in fairyland!” Bess exclaimed after several gorgeous floats had passed, lighted by torchbearers running alongside them.

High above the street rolled the glittering imitation gardens, palaces, scenes from mythology, Indian history, Nature, ships, and the sea.

Silks, satins, and velvets were used in profusion in costume and decoration. Every float sparkled with gold or silver posts and canopies.

On the pavement below them crowds of people clapped and cried out for souvenirs. Thousands of imitation pearl necklaces were tossed by the actors into the upturned hands.

“Oh, isn’t this the most exciting thing you’ve ever seen?” Bess asked Nancy as she caught one of the necklaces on the third night of the parades.

“It’s simply gorgeous,” Nancy agreed.

“Absolutely super!” added George.

Bands were plentiful and high-stepping drum majorettes led by baton twirlers kept up a lively pace behind the musicians.

During all this time Nancy had not forgotten Alex Upgrove. She had remained alert for any clue to him among the vast crowd of people. But night after night went by without a sign of him.

Finally came Shrove Tuesday, the final day of the Mardi Gras celebration. As soon as breakfast was over at Sunnymead, the entire Haver family and their guests donned costumes in preparation for joining the revelers in New Orleans. Today the parade would start at ten-thirty.

As the girls from River Heights and the Emerson boys, all dressed as clowns, rode toward the city in Nancy’s car, she said, “I have a hunch. Maybe it’s farfetched, but I feel that we’ll find Alex Upgrove today.”

“How?” Ned asked. “Even if he’s around—which I doubt—he’ll probably be in costume. That would be the easiest way for him to hide his identity.”

“I know that,” Nancy answered. “But he hasn’t been caught, so I believe he’s in town. I can’t get that wadded piece of paper out of my mind. I mean the one Alex threw from the car. On it was a patch of maroon with a gold stripe running through the center. It might have meant a float covered by maroon velvet with a gold stripe.”

“You mean Alex might be on it?” Ned asked incredulously.

Nancy nodded. “In some way he’ll be using the pirate coins.” The young detective laughed. “I think Alex might even have made some kind of arrangement to rent the coins to the parade committee, provided he found them before the Mardi Gras. He’ll use the cash to get out of town while still in costume.”

“And leave the chest of pirate money behind?” Burt asked unbelievingly.

“Oh, no,” said Nancy. “He’ll manage to take it with him.”

Nancy suggested that since all of them were in similar costumes, it might be wise for them to separate. “If Alex is around, he won’t be so apt to notice us. We’ll meet you later on where the parade breaks up on Claiborne Avenue.”

Ned parked the car and the six masked revelers alighted. He and Nancy found an advantageous spot from which to watch the parade as it went along St. Charles Avenue. Float after float went by without arousing any more than admiration on the part of the young people. Then suddenly Nancy grabbed Ned’s arm.

“Look!” she whispered excitedly. “Here comes a pirate float and around the outside is maroon velvet with a gold stripe!”

She and Ned watched intently as the float came closer. Three of the “pirates” were busy throwing necklaces to the costumed revelers in the street below them. A fourth pirate was bent over a treasure chest. He was busy sifting gold coins through his fingers, much to the delight of the crowd.

“Throw me some of your money!” cried a by-stander dressed as a knight in armor.

“Yes, I’d like some pirates’ money!” Called his companion in a skeleton costume.

The cloaked pirate merely laughed. As he passed just above Nancy she peered at him searchingly, trying to figure out what his face would look like without make-up and mustache. After the float had gone by, she whispered excitedly to Ned:

“I think that was Alex. Let’s follow him!”

The two kept a short distance behind the float and wound their way in and out among the crowd. By the time they reached Canal Street, where the parade turned, Nancy was positive that the float pirate with the gold coins was Alex Upgrove.

“I’m going to notify the first policeman we see,” she told Ned.

“Good idea,” he agreed.

Not far away they met an officer and quickly apprised him of their suspicions. He promised to alert headquarters at once, have the pirate float put under surveillance, and the man handling the coins questioned when the parade disbanded.

“I’ll be there to identify him,” Nancy said.

She and Ned continued to follow the maroon-and-gold float. As it came near the area where the parade would break up, they saw the “pirate” suddenly stuff his many pockets with coins from the treasure chest. The rest he dumped into a small sack he was holding and tucked this into his velvet waistcoat.

“That’s Alex, all right,” said Nancy. “Oh, Ned, look! He’s going to jump off the float and get away before the police come!”

“But he won’t get away from me,” declared Ned grimly.

The man jumped to the sidewalk. As he started to run, Ned made a flying leap and the two crashed to the pavement.

Several revelers screamed. Their outcries caught the attention of the police who were waiting a short distance away. In a few seconds two officers were on the scene. By this time Ned had pulled the “pirate” to his feet and was holding him in a viselike grip.

Nancy rushed up and definitely identified the suspect as Alex Upgrove. His hat, wig, and mustache had fallen off in the struggle and most of his make-up had rubbed away.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Alex asked angrily.

“You’re under arrest,” said one of the officers.

“I haven’t done anything wrong,” the fugitive contended stoutly.

“According to this young lady, you have several crimes to your credit.”

The officer named only one—knocking out Ned and Nancy on the showboat and setting the fire. On hearing this, Alex broke down and confessed that Alex Upgrove was not his right name, although he refused to say who he was. Months before the Mardi Gras, he had met Spike Lander, who had heard the rumor of the pirate coins.

“Spike needed somebody with class to ingratiate himself with the Havers and keep track of what was going on, so he chose me. I figured out this Oxford business and it worked all right with Donna Mae and her parents. But you, Nancy Drew, spoiled the whole game.”

Alex admitted that he and Spike had arranged to haunt the showboat. When Nancy was learning too much, he had followed her to the De la Vernes’. The elderly Oxford graduate had been his undoing.

“So I had to leave Sunnymead,” he said. “But Spike and I weren’t going to give up hunting for that pirate treasure. When Nancy found it for us, we had to knock her out to escape. The fire was accidental. Spike lighted a match and in the rush to get away I guess he dropped it.”

Alex went on to say that he had arranged, also in advance, to be included as a pirate on the float under still another important assumed name. He had figured if all went well he could use it as a surprise for Donna Mae, whom he really had intended to marry and gain a social position for himself.

At this, Nancy and Ned exchanged glances as if to say, “What tremendous conceit the man has, to believe he could have gotten away permanently with such a scheme!”

Alex had also figured that if his plans went wrong, Mardi Gras Day would be an excellent one in which to disappear. As Nancy had guessed, he had rented the coins to the parade committee and planned to use the cash to make a getaway.

She had also been right about the wad of paper, with the identifying maroon and gold. It had been a signal to Spike. There was invisible writing on it, asking his partner to help trail Nancy.

“Yes, Spike rigged that vine barricade,” Alex admitted when Nancy questioned him on this. “And he and I used a duck call to signal each other whenever he thought anyone else was in the vicinity of the showboat.”

“And did he throw the stone at me and play ghost on the
River Princess?”

“Yes.”

When the captive’s story was finished, the police officer said to him, “Well, Upgrove, your masquerade has ended. Your pal is behind bars and that’s where you’re going, also. It’s too bad you chose the wrong kind of company when you got along so well with nice folks.”

Bess, George, and their companions reached the group just then. Nancy said, “Alex has confessed,” and the prisoner was led away.

“Well, Nancy, you solved the mystery of the haunted showboat and did a magnificent job,” Ned praised her.

“Hip-hip-hurray!” said Burt, striking an exaggerated pose.

Nancy laughed. “Now that the mystery is solved, let’s have some fun.” But suddenly a wistful feeling came over her as she thought, “When will I have a chance to solve another?”

Nancy’s question was to be answered very soon, when she found herself involved in
The Secret of the Golden Pavilion.

In a gay mood the young people returned home. Their hosts and Donna Mae were already there. With them was Charles. All listened in awe and admiration as Bess and George told about the capture of the false Alex Upgrove and the recovery of the pirate treasure.

“It’s unbelievable,” said Colonel Haver. “Nancy, how can we ever thank you? Unless,” he added, a twinkle in his eyes, “the pirate treasure you found is reward enough.”

Nancy stared in amazement. “Oh, I shan’t claim that! I’d like one coin as a souvenir, but you and the De la Vernes should share the treasure.”

“We’ll see,” said Colonel Haver. There was silence for a few moments, then he continued. “Nancy, you are responsible for something far more important than solving the mystery of the haunted showboat. I want to take this opportunity to tell you all that after the pageant tonight, the engagement of my daughter Donna Mae to Charles Bartolome will be formally announced.”

“Oh, I’m so happy to hear that!” Nancy cried out, and Bess and George gave a rousing cheer.

Donna Mae hugged Nancy gratefully and on her cheek the young detective could feel a few tears.

“Nancy, you helped me recover something more precious than all the gold in the world,” Donna Mae whispered.