The Case of the Missing Moonstone (The Wollstonecraft Detective Agency #1)

by Jordan Stratford

Mary found this new world of secrets and stowaways terribly adventurous. Romantic, even, though not in a smoochy way.

Ada had dictated a note in reply to Miss Verdigris’s request for help, which Mary softened and sprinkled with appropriate courtesies.

Peebs held the urgent, personal, and clandestine note in his hand. He knew it was such because the envelope read URGENT! PERSONAL! CLANDESTINE!

“I’m more than all right. I’m full of tigers.”

The three of them paused, taking in what Peebs was venturing to do. But the only other weight in the balloon belonged to the books, and clearly they could not be sacrificed, so the matter was settled wordlessly and with a shared shrug.

The thief could not possibly have been prepared for being bashed in the head with a giant wicker basket inhabited by two remarkably clever and resourceful girls, so he wasn’t.

“Never underestimate the power of a good secret, hungry for the telling.