Nancy arrived home earlier than usual, she’d been at art school, and the class was let out at two-thirty today.
As she approached her front door she heard the voice of Hannah Gruen the Drew’s housekeeper, coming out through an open window, “Why don’t you tell Nancy about your mystery?” she heard Hannah say, “She’s a clever young detective.”
As Nancy reached the front door, her pulse quickened. Just the mere mention of a mystery always excited her.
She stepped through the door, seeing Hannah turning to look in her direction, “Come in dear,” she said. Nancy noticed that there was a young attractive dark-haired girl of about twenty seated on the couch beside Hannah, “Nancy, I’d like you to meet Ellen Smith,” the housekeeper said.
After the two girls exchanged greetings Ellen said to Nancy, “I was hoping Mrs. Gruen might accompany me to Rocky Edge this afternoon, I just dread going alone.”
“Rocky Edge, the estate along the river?” Nancy asked.
“Yes, that’s right,” Hannah answered, then went on, “Ellen says she’s been offered a summer position there, and if she accepts it, the salary will help her pay her tuition at Blackstone College of Music.”
Ellen nodded in agreement, then added, “My parents have suffered some financial setbacks, and they can’t afford to send me,” she paused for a few seconds, then continued, “Also, my father was recently injured in a car accident.”
“I’m terribly sorry,” Nancy said sympathetically, then she asked, “Are you taking piano lessons?”
“No. I’m studying voice, but I do play the piano.”
“Ellen has a lovely voice,” Hannah said, “A few Weeks ago she sang on TV, and her teacher is urging her to devote all her time to music and becoming a soloist.”
“If only I could!” Ellen said wistfully, “I’ve already borrowed a lot of money and I’m concerned about how I’ll pay it back. The position at Rocky edge pays well, which will definitely help, but the place, and the people have an air of mystery about them that frightens me. Besides, I’m afraid I won’t be able to get along with Trixie.”
“Trixie?” Nancy asked.
“Trixie is Mrs. Chatham’s seven-year-old daughter,” Ellen explained, “I’ve never met her, but I understand she’s unruly.”
“Your job would be to look after her?”
Ellen nodded, “Mrs. Chatham wants me to live there and give Trixie piano lessons. The mother is a strange person, a widow, and frustrating at times.”
Ellen then turned to Hannah Gruen and said, “Won’t you please go with me to see Mrs. Chatham and talk about the position?”
The housekeeper looked to Nancy, “Why don’t you ask Nancy? She’s had a lot of experiences with strange people as part of her investigations, and she has very good judgement. If Nancy thinks its all right for you to accept the position, then I’m sure it will be.”
“I’ll be glad to go,” Nancy said, she wanted to help Ellen, and at the same time she was curious about the wealthy and eccentric Mrs. Chatham.
“I don’t like to put you to so much trouble,” Ellen protested, “But I would appreciate having you with me.”
“You’re not afraid of Mrs. Chatham?”
“Not exactly, I’d just like to try to get along with her and Trixie. I love children and enjoy working with them. At Rocky Edge I’ll have time to practice my vocal work. I was told there’s a small studio on the estate.”
As Ellen spoke, Nancy wondered if Ellen’s decision had been made more difficult because of the mysterious story she’d heard Hannah mention? Was it connected with the position at Rocky Edge, or is some other mystery haunting Ellen?”
As the two girls left the Drew home, Nancy asked Ellen about what she’d overheard Hannah say about a mysterious story.
“It has to do with a map and buried treasure,” the other girl replied as they lowered themselves into Nancy’s car.
As Nancy pulled the car out of the driveway she hoped to hear more about the buried treasure, but Ellen turned the conversation to their shared interest in art.
Minutes later, Nancy’s car sped past the outskirts of River Heights. Halfway to Wayland, Nancy turned the car into a shady road with a sign that read, “Rocky Edge.”
After walking up to the front door, Nancy pressed the doorbell, and almost immediately, the door was flung open. The two callers found themselves facing a little girl.
“I don’t know what you’re selling!” the child cried out. “Whatever it is, we don’t want any! So go away!”
“Just a minute, please,” Nancy said. “We came to talk with Mrs. Chatham about Miss Smith giving her daughter music lessons.”
“I don’t want anyone to teach me!” the child exclaimed. “There are too many now. If another one comes, I’ll run away!”
“Trixie!”
Mrs. Chatham, a stout woman dressed in a bright-blue silk dress, had come to the door. Seizing the little girl by an arm, she pulled her away.
Ellen introduced Nancy to Mrs. Chatham. The woman invited the callers into the living room, furnished with bizarre modern tables, chairs, and paintings. She began a lengthy account of her daughter’s shortcomings, regardless of the fact that the child was listening to every word.
At the first opportunity Nancy rose from her chair and asked Trixie to show her the grounds. As they walked down a shady trail, Nancy smiled at the child, then recited a funny limerick. Soon the little girl was laughing gaily.
“I wish you were going to be here instead of Miss Smith,” Trixie remarked, “I like you.”
“You’ll like Ellen too,” Nancy assured her, “And I’ll come to see you sometimes.”
“All right. But I hope she won’t try to boss me like the others did. No one can tell me what to do!”
“I’m afraid you’ve heard your mother say that to you so often you believe it,” Nancy said with a chuckle. “Now let’s forget about being naughty, suppose you show me the rest of the grounds. Shall we go first to that little house?”
Through the trees at a spot that overlooked the river, Nancy could see the red roof of what appeared to be a tiny cottage. To her surprise, Trixie held back.
“No! No! I won’t go there!” she cried out.
“Why not?”
“Because the place is haunted, that’s why!” The child’s freckled face was tense. “I wouldn’t go inside the Ship Cottage for anything!”
“The Ship Cottage?” Nancy repeated. “Is that its name?”
“It’s what I call it. Please, lets go the other way.” Trixie tugged at Nancy’s hand but could not make her turn with her into the opposite direction.
Nancy said gently, “If you won’t come, then I’ll go alone, I’ll prove to you that the place is not haunted.”
With that, the girl ran off in the opposite direction, further and further away until she disappeared into the trees.
Nancy turned and began walking toward the cottage, and even though she couldn’t see her, she was sure that Trixie was watching from a distance.
When she reached the door, she found it was unlocked. The one-room cottage was pleasant, though dusty, and was lined with shelves of books. In the center of the floor stood a very old grand piano. The ivory keys had turned yellow, and cobwebs festooned the mahogany case.
“It’s probably out of tune,” she mused.
Nancy ran her fingers over the bass keys, but not a sound came from the instrument. She was bewildered and played a series of chords. Although she depressed the keys again and again, no notes came out.
“That’s strange!” She said to herself.
She then bent down to examine the pedals to see if the piano had a spring lock that prevented the strings from being struck. There was none.
As she was about to lift up the lid of the piano, Nancy noticed several ship models on the mantlepiece, and still others on tables.
“So, that’s why Trixie calls this place Ship Cottage,” she said in a whisper. She carefully took down one of the fine models, cradling it in her hand as she surveyed her surroundings, she said, “Undoubtedly, this is the music studio Ellen mentioned.”
After carefully replacing the small ship to its proper place, Nancy heard a sound behind her. At the same moment she caught a reflection in the mirror above the fireplace. What she saw sent icy chills down her spine, a wall panel behind her had slid open! Then a bearded man with cruel beady eyes could be seen, and he was watching her every move!
“Leave here at once and never come back!” he warned in a rasping voice.
This marked the end of chapter one, and already I was engaged in this story. I read on with anticipation of what might be revealed concerning the mysteries of Rocky Edge Estate, especially those that were associated with the map and buried treasure that Ellen briefly referred to. I wanted to know if that was part of the reason why the Chatham’s acted so strangely, and if they had a deep secret to protect. Also, was it the eccentric behavior of the occupants of Rocky Edge that fueled the rumors that the estate was haunted, or was there more to it?
I read on, engrossed in every passing chapter. Along the way I encountered a number of scenes, and situations that really stood out for me, these included:
A dramatic near collision between a car and a train, a letter stashed away for many years in a bank safe deposit box, a clue hidden inside the hull of a model ship, a hazardous croquet mallet, sinister apparitions seen by moonlight noiselessly crossing a garden, a masterful forgery crafted by a housekeeper, a queen of the ball kidnapped, a secret tunnel located at the bottom of a dry well, and a wall panel that moves to reveal long hidden secrets.
Also, there were a few words and names that appeared in this story that were new to me, two of these were:
“Whiz-Bang” – A resounding success.
“Lion’s Paw” Seashell – A large shell, rare because it is usually found in deeper, less accessible, rocky waters, as opposed to sandy beaches.
Finally, and perhaps most dramatically, I was given a glimpse of what Nancy was thinking and feeling as she experienced what she was certain was her last moments on earth. This scene was unique as she was facing certain peril, but unlike the suddenness of other extreme danger situations, this time she had moments to contemplate what was most important to her. She lamented that she hadn’t kept a promise she’d made to her father about being careful. She then prayed. Then she expressed her deep sadness at leaving him, as well as, Ned, Bess, George, and Hannah, all the people she loved. She faced the moment in a calm, almost tranquil way, remembering what was most important to her in life.
As I read it, I almost felt as if I was intruding on an intimate, private moment, yet at the same time, I felt as though I’d gained a deeper appreciation for Nancy Drew, the person.
“The Quest of the Missing Map,” an outstanding book in a truly fine series of mystery adventures!