The secret of old clock pdf

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Want more? Advanced embedding details, examples, and help! Rescue -- Missing will -- Unpleasant meeting -- Racing the storm -- Surprising story - Exciting appointment -- Angry dog -- Forgotten secret - Helpful disclosures -- Following a clue -- Unexpected adventure -- Desperate situation -- Frustrating wait -- Tense chase -- Nancy's risky undertaking -- Capture -- Strange instructions -- Suspenseful search -- Startling revelations -- Happy finale Nancy Drew's keen mind is tested when she searchs for a missing will.

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I thought one would come to light when he died. To tell the truth, Miss Drew, Fred and I were thunderstruck at the will which left everything to the Tophams.

That wasn't what Cousin Josiah led us to believe. We just about make ends meet here with our small fruit farm. Help and equipment cost such a lot. One thing we've always wanted to do, but couldn't afford, was to travel. We thought we'd use the money from Cousin Josiah to do that. Dad and I haven't. A little while later she left the farm and returned home. Abby Rowen has some! The yard around it was overgrown with weeds, and the picket fence enclosing the cottage sagged dejectedly. Rowen is at home.

There was no response. After a moment, she knocked again. This tune a muffled voice called, "Who's there? If you're a peddler, I don't want anything. I've hurt myself and can't walk. As she stepped into the dreary living room, she saw a frail figure on the couch. Abby Rowen lay huddled under an old shawl, her withered face drawn with pain. Rowen explained. I have no telephone.

Oh my, it is swollen! I'll bandage it for you. Abby Rowen shook her head stubbornly. I'd rather die first. What else do you need? You might get me some tea and a loaf of bread. That's enough. You'll find the money in a jar in the cupboard. It's not very much, but it's all I have. She stopped in the kitchen long enough to examine the cupboards.

With the exception of a little flour and sugar and a can of soup, there appeared to be nothing in the house to eat. Nancy found that the money jar contained less than five dollars. Quietly the young sleuth slipped out the back door. She drove quickly to the nearest store and ordered a stock of groceries.

Then she stopped at a drugstore and purchased bandages and liniment. She bathed the swollen ankle and bound it neatly with the antiseptic bandage. Rowen told her gratefully. She went to the kitchen and in a short while prepared tea and a light lunch for the elderly woman. As Abby Rowen ate the nourishing meal, Nancy was gratified to observe that almost immediately her patient became more cheerful and seemed to gain strength. She sat up on the couch and appeared eager to talk with Nancy.

If Josiah Crowley had lived, things would have been different," she declared. She did not wish to excite the woman by telling her real mission. Yet Nancy hoped that she might lead her tactfully into a discussion of Josiah Crowley's affairs without raising hopes which might never be realized. Rowen returned emphatically. When I'm gone you'll be well taken care of by my will. Why, I saw that will with my own eyes! The old woman nodded gravely. One day Josiah came to call and give me some money.

Right off I noticed he had a bunch of papers in his hand. I didn't bother with a lawyer. I wrote it myself. It was this past spring. Anyway, Josiah hinted that he'd done well by me. But I did have it witnessed. He didn't say. But I really don't know what became of it. Crowley said? She recalled the Turners saying that Abby had become forgetful. The elderly woman shook her head and sighed. I just can't recollect.

At that very moment the clock on the mantel chimed twelve. Abby's eyes fluttered open and an odd expression passed over her face. For an instant she stared straight before her, then slowly turned her head and fastened her eyes on the clock. The elderly woman's lips had begun to move. The clock! Nancy was wondering what connection the timepiece could have with the missing will. Rowen was staring at the clock, evidently still trying to probe her memory.

Suddenly she gave a low cry. It came to me just like that! There goes my memory again. No, I don't. But, she pondered, why did the striking of the mantel clock remind Abby Rowen of the notebook? Impulsively Nancy got up and went over to the mantel.

She looked inside the glass front and in the back. There were no papers inside. Returning to her chair, Nancy asked the elderly woman, "What became of the furnishings of the Crowley home when he gave it up? Had some kind of a moon on top. After saying good-by, she stopped at a neighboring house and asked the occupants to look in occasionally on the ailing woman.

Rowen," she suggested. I'm so sorry I didn't know about Mrs. Crowley's notebook—or clock—or both! How would she go about tracking down the old timepiece? But I haven't had much luck. Would you like a couple? But—" Nancy's eyes danced. I really mean it, though. Please let me take the tickets! I can't tell you my reasons yet—except my cause is a worthy one. It's at Moon Lake. I thought I'd never get off, with those tickets unsold! It's not expensive and there's room for lots more girls.

We'd have loads of fun. I'll be there for two weeks before the regular summer camp opens. Nancy put the car away, then walked slowly toward her house, looking meditatively at the charity tickets in her hand. Bracing herself for what she realized would be a trying interview, Nancy mounted the steps and rang the doorbell.

Topham that Nancy Drew is calling? It's one of the most important functions of the year in River Heights," Nancy added impressively. It seemed ages to the young sleuth before the maid returned and said that "Madame" would see her. Nancy was ushered into the living room, which was so bizarre in its decor she was startled. She glanced at the pink carpet—which to her clashed with the red window draperies—and at an indiscriminate assortment of period furniture mixed with modern. A haughty voice interrupted her thoughts.

Topham had sailed grandly into the room and seated herself opposite Nancy, "I'm selling—" Nancy began pleasantly. Topham," she said evenly, "perhaps your maid didn't make it clear. I am selling tickets to a charity ball which will be one of the loveliest affairs in River Heights this year. Topham's face. Nancy sensed that her words had struck a responsive chord. The woman was well known for her aspirations to be accepted by the best families in River Heights.

Topham's response was cut off by the arrival of Ada and Isabel. The sisters entered the room, but did not at first notice Nancy's presence. They were intently carrying on a disgruntled conversation. They stared coldly at the visitor.

Topham answered her daughter's question. It's to be a very important affair and I think it will be very beneficial for us to be present. We only attend the most exclusive affairs. Topham hesitated, evidently influenced by her daughters' argument.

Nancy's heart sank, and she feared her cause was lost. She fully realized that Ada and Isabel would stay away from the dance just to spite her. He was a thin man, with sparse graying hair. His manner was rather nervous. Topham perfunctorily introduced Nancy to her husband. Topham opened his wallet with a flourish and drew out a hundred-dollar bill. Here you are. Keep the change for your charity. Have you lost your senses? All that money!

Topham retorted bluntly. His family stared at one another, but they knew that the matter was closed. They never dared disturb him when he was absorbed in the stock-market reports. Nancy arose reluctantly. She still had not accomplished the real purpose of her visit, but she had no excuse for prolonging her stay.

How could she find out about the Crowley clock? Was it the one on the mantelpiece? Then, looking at her wrist watch, she pretended that it had stopped and began to wind it. Nancy looked at the timepiece. Topham looked down her nose. This is a far more expensive one! We wouldn't even have it cluttering up the attic!

We sent it up to our bungalow at Moon Lake. The words hit Nancy like a thunderbolt. Not only had the Topham girl given Nancy the very information she sought, but Helen Coming's invitation to Camp Avondale provided a valid reason to visit the resort! Now if she could only figure out how to see the old clock! As if Ada had read the visitor's thoughts, she said airily, "We have some really fine pieces up at the cottage, Nancy. If you ever get up that way, drop in to see them.

The caretaker will show you around. Thank you so much for everything," Nancy said, trying hard to conceal her excitement. As the door closed behind her, Nancy grinned in anticipation. Drew, however, sensed that big news was coming. What's the big scoop? I can't keep any secrets from you. Swimming and boating and fun with the girls will provide a much-needed vacation. The change will do wonders for you. Go, by all means. Moon Lake was about a fifty-mile drive. One way to go was past the Hoover girls' farm and Nancy decided to stop there.

As she approached the house, the young sleuth heard singing. It was coming from the barn. In a moment the singer appeared and Nancy teasingly applauded. Allison's eyes danced. I was just trying to imitate some of the greats. I've had a little luck. We are so lucky to have you as a friend, Nancy.

Come see us again soon. As she drove along, her thoughts revolved constantly around the Crowley relatives and the Hoovers. She sighed. It kept veering to the left of the road in spite of her efforts to keep it in the middle. With foreboding, Nancy stopped and got out to make an inspection.

As she had suspected, a rear tire was flat. Quickly she took out the spare tire from the rear compartment, found the jack and lug wrench, and went to work.

By the time her job was completed, she was hot and a little breathless. Through the tall trees Nancy caught a glimpse of cabins and tents. Beyond, the blue lake sparkled and glimmered in the sunlight.

As Nancy drove into the camp, a group of girls gathered about her car. Helen came running out of a cabin to greet her chum.

Nancy did not know any of the campers, but in no time they made her feel warmly welcome. And I hope you have a splendid time, Nancy. Then she smiled wryly. Campers hurried from all directions to the dining hall. The food was plain but appetizing and Nancy ate with zest. The meal over, she was rushed from one activity to another.

The girls insisted that she join them in a hike. Then came a cooling dip in the lake. Nancy enjoyed herself immensely, but the Crowley mystery was never far from her mind.

There's just time before supper. Lots of them. As one of the campers started the motor, Helen remarked, "It's always a relief to us when this engine starts. Once in a while it balks, but you never know when or where. There are hardly any cottagers up here yet, so their boats are still in winter storage. The delicate azure blue of the sky and the mellow gold of the late afternoon sun were reflected in the shimmering surface of the water.

As they sped along, however, Nancy kept glancing at the cottages, intermingled with tall evergreen trees that bordered the shore line. It's being looked after by Jeff Tucker, the caretaker. He's the tallest, skinniest man I've ever seen outside a circus. But it's a long way if you take the road around the lake. At the end of it stood a large, rambling white cottage. Trying not to appear too eager, Nancy looked intently at the bungalow.

She made a quick mental note of its location. Eager to start out for the Topham bungalow, she dressed quickly. But in her plans she had reckoned without Helen Corning and her friends. From the moment breakfast was over, Nancy was swept into another whirlwind of activity by the campers of Avondale. The entire day passed without a chance for her to break away.

But tomorrow I think I'll stay out of the activities. Wait and see. But even as she slipped into slumber, she vowed that in the morning she would not be deterred again from visiting the Tophams' summer place! After breakfast the next day, Nancy stood firm in her resolve. When Helen urged her to accompany the girls on an all-day hike, Nancy shook her head.

But she had to achieve her plan of sleuthing. Helen, though disappointed, heeded her friend's plea and trudged off with the other campers into the woods.

As soon as they were out of sight, Nancy leaped into action. After obtaining Aunt Martha's permission to use the launch, she hurried down to the dock. Nancy had frequently handled motorboats and was confident she could manage this one. Full speed ahead for the Tophams'! As the launch cut through the water, a cool spray blew into her face. The young sleuth felt a thrill of excitement as she guided the craft toward her destination which might hold a solution to the mystery.

Nancy's heart beat somewhat faster as she neared her goal. But all of a sudden there was a sputter from the engine. The next instant, to Nancy's utter dismay, the motor gave one long wheeze and died. Nancy knew that the tank held plenty of fuel, for she had checked this before departing.

A moment later she recalled Helen's remark about the engine becoming balky at times. With a sigh of impatience at the unexpected delay, Nancy examined the motor. For over an hour she worked on it, trying every adjustment she could think of.

But her efforts were useless. There was not a sound of response from the motor. This means I won't get to the Topham cottage after all! To be so close to the bungalow and not be able to reach it was tantalizing. But she resisted the impulse; she could not leave the boat stranded—it would drift off and she would be responsible.

But fate was against her. The hours dragged by and not another craft appeared in sight. Nancy became increasingly uncomfortable as the hot sun beat down on her. Also, she was growing weak from hunger.

I want to get to the bottom of this mystery! Determinedly she bent over the engine. It was not until the sun sank low in. If it doesn't start now, it never will. Nancy lost no time in heading back toward camp. She dared not attempt to visit the bungalow, since it would be dark very soon.

When finally she eased up to the dock, Nancy saw Helen and her friends awaiting her. They greeted her with delight. She stopped abruptly and stared at her friend. What happened? When Helen learned that Nancy had had nothing to eat since breakfast, she went to the kitchen and brought back some food.

The following morning the young sleuth decided on her next move. Directly after breakfast she began packing. When Helen entered the cabin she exclaimed in amazement, "Why, Nancy Drew!

You're not leaving camp already! Right after lunch. I may be back but I'm not sure, so I'd better take my bag with me. It's just that there's something very important I must attend to at once.

Nancy went to the office to pay Aunt Martha and explain her hasty departure. Your Rating:. Your Comment:. Read Online Download. Great book, The Secret of the Old Clock pdf is enough to raise the goose bumps alone.