The Mysterious Code (Trixie Belden, Book 7)
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Principal Stratton wants to get rid of all clubs in Sleepyside High School, including the Bob-Whites! The only way they can save their club is to prove that they help out other people, too. Trixie quickly comes up with a plan to host a benefit antique show and sale. But are the precious antiques in danger from thieves?
who sell vegetables and fruits to our cook.” “That figures,” said Mart. “That’s how they found out about the swords. I hope they are able to buy them. They belong in Tokyo if the Japanese think that much of them.” “I think they do, too,” Trixie said. “But why would Honey’s family’s cook talk to Japanese gardeners about swords?” “It could come about in the most natural way,” Mart answered. “Don’t imagine a lot of foreign intrigue. You are inadequately equipped to cope with a problem of such
gingerly with his toe. “A raccoon couldn’t have left it, Brian,” he said. “As impossible as it seems, Trixie, you really must have heard someone outside this schoolhouse toward morning.” He pulled back the quilt and there, good as new, lay the carved oak lap desk! Even as they lifted it up to be sure it was real, Reddy, barking furiously, bounded up. Close behind him came Regan, then Tom, from the Manor House, struggling through the drifts. “Are you all right?” Regan called. “Is Trixie all
was apparent that Mr. Stratton was not the nosy troublemaker Mart had labeled him; that he really was their friend. “I wish we felt free to tell you some of the things the B.W.G.’s have done,” said Honey. “Why just this Christmas we earned four hundred dollars out at a dude ranch and—” “Honey!” Jim warned. Honey covered her mouth with her hand. She had been so carried away she had almost told that they had given the money to the little Navaho hotel maid at the ranch to help pay for her
them said he could not remember who brought them in. “We’ll send a man over to inquire,” the sergeant said. “I doubt if it leads to anything. It’s hard to get information out of those guys. They seldom ask questions when anything is pawned. We’ll look into it right away,” he added quickly when he saw Trixie’s disappointed face. “Is that all?” Trixie produced the tag and told of their attempt to get information about it from the Bureau. “They have to obey the rules,” the sergeant said. “We’ll
it came, the trussed thieves were loaded into it. Where scarcely a soul had been on the street a few moments before, a crowd milled. Brian and Jim, and Trixie, too, who had recovered miraculously, restored the nearly stolen articles to their places in the showroom. Then they watched while Spider nailed bars across the back door. With a quick look around, the trio went out the front door, locked it behind them, and crossed the street to Brian’s jalopy. “I never want to live through another