The Mystery of the Emeralds
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Trixie’s on the trail of a century-old mystery! She’s headed to Williamsburg, Virginia, to find an old plantation house, Rosewood Hall, that was the home to the Sunderland family during the Civil War. Rumor has it that a cursed emerald necklace is buried in a secret passageway there. But after all that time, Rosewood Hall is just a ruin. Is it too late for Trixie to find the missing emeralds?
wondered if they were called that because they are frequently planted in cemeteries where there are crypts.” “It could be,” Mart said with interest. “I’ll look it up when I get home.” “Now, when you get here tomorrow, I shall have the key to the vault for you,” Mr. Carver continued. “The door hasn’t been opened since my father’s funeral many, many years ago, so it may give you some trouble.” “We’ll stop in town and get a can of penetrating oil,” Brian said. “That’s sure to work.” “What in the
stream of light appear as Mart opened the double doors of the wide outside entrance to the basement. “That’s more like it,” Di exclaimed with a shiver. “Isn’t it funny how our imagination works overtime in the dark? I could swear I heard a tapping sound a minute ago, but it’s gone now.” “Well,” Honey said plaintively, “I certainly hope it wasn’t the ghost!” “Nonsense,” Jim answered, trying to be reassuring. “There isn’t any such thing.” The walls of the cellar were built of stone like the
replied. “I’d have graduated last June if I hadn’t quit.” Di hadn’t said anything during this conversation, but as Neil finished she leaned forward from the back seat. “You know,” she said, “I think Daddy might be able to suggest something. He’s wonderful about helping people if he thinks they really want to help themselves.” “Oh, I do!” Neil said. “Honestly I do. All I want is a chance!” “Well, you come back with us to Williamsburg and I’ll see when he can talk with you,” Di said. “You’ll
when Lizzie James threatened him, I don’t think we have anything to worry about,” Trixie assured him. “But there’s no knowing what he plans to do with the emeralds.” Although the Bob-Whites retired early, hoping that sleep would blot out the awful disappointment they all felt, it was not easy for any of them to put it out of their minds. Trixie’s brain was in a turmoil. Even though she kept telling herself that she should be glad for Mr. Carver’s sake that the jewels had been found, she couldn’t
enjoying every mouthful, finally couldn’t control his curiosity any longer. Looking first at Miss Bates and then at Mrs. Lynch, he said, “Excuse me if I ask a personal question, but I can’t figure out how you two managed all this on such short notice?” “I’ll let you in on the secret,” Mrs. Lynch laughed. “At Miss Bates’s suggestion, I phoned a caterer in Washington and arranged to have everything brought down to Mr. Carver’s by truck.” “Will wonders never cease!” Mart cried, attacking the roast