Chapter 18 The Bungalow Mystery by Carolyn Keene
Night Trail
Carson Drew, startled, looked at his daughter.
“Where do you think the Dowds and Fred are hiding, Nancy?”
“In a bungalow on Twin Lakes—the one I told you we stayed in after Laura rescued us,” she explained. “My main reasons for thinking so are these: I saw a black foreign car come from there, and the place was well-stocked with food. Fred may have been living there.”
“Go on. This is interesting,” the lawyer said.
Nancy’s hunch was that the thieves had first planned the bank theft, then the Dowds had rented the bungalow under an assumed name.
“Makes sense.” Carson Drew nodded.
“Fred,” Nancy continued, “knew of Laura’s large estate and jewelry, and got the idea of having Stumpy Dowd impersonate Mr. Aborn. In order to get the jewelry they had to have Laura with them, so they decided to take her to the Melrose Lake house.”
“Good logic,” said Mr. Drew. “Then, when the real Mr. Aborn appeared, they had to kidnap him temporarily. Well, we’ll follow your hunch. Shall we go?”
The others offered to go, but Mr. Drew thought that the Donnells should stay with Mr. Aborn and Laura.
“Please do,” Nancy added. “After all, my hunch could be wrong. The Dowds may return here.”
“We’ll nab ’em if they do!” Jim said determinedly.
A few minutes later Mr. Drew’s car was on the detour again, heading for the Twin Lakes road. When they reached it, there were no other cars in evidence.
“That’s odd,” said Nancy, knowing that this was the only road which connected the two resorts.
“Oh, oh!” said Don. “Look!”
Mr. Drew had also seen a small red light a few hundred feet distant. He slowed up. Ahead was a gate obstruction across the highway. On it was nailed a sign which read:
Road Under Construction
Travel at your own risk
“This is great!” Mr. Drew remarked unhappily.
“Maybe it won’t be too bad,” Nancy said. “I came this way the other day and I think I know all the turns.”
“Why don’t we try it, sir?” Don spoke up.
“All right.”
Don got out of the car and moved the barrier enough so Mr. Drew could drive through. They went slowly, because of the steam shovels, bulldozers, and equipment parked along the road.
To make matters worse, the pavement was gone in places where repairs were being made. The car tires wallowed in soft dirt.
Soon, however, they reached the end of the construction section and Carson Drew stepped on the accelerator. The car responded with a burst of speed.
“We’re not far from Twin Lakes now,” Nancy said as she spotted a few familiar landmarks.
Don wanted to know what the plan would be when they reached the bungalow. Mr. Drew said they would first check to see if the foreign car were in the vicinity. “Of course it will be hidden.”
“Next,” Nancy added, “we’ll have to make sure Fred and the Dowds are there, and not some innocent people. But if Stumpy’s there, we’ll notify the police. Right, Dad?”
“Unless Dowd sees us first,” he said grimly.
Nancy said she hoped this would not happen. “But I suppose they probably will have someone acting as a lookout.”
“As I understand it, Nancy,” said her father, “the bungalow is in an isolated spot.”
“Yes, and there are a lot of trees around it.”
“Could anyone inside the house make a getaway by boat?” Don asked.
“Not easily,” Nancy answered. “The bungalow is not built over the water. It’s some distance from the lake and there’s no dock where a boat could be tied.” Presently she said, “We’re about a mile from the bungalow.”
Carson Drew’s face tensed. He drove to a point about a tenth of a mile from the lane leading down to the bungalow, then stopped the car in a clearing off the road.
“We’ll cover the rest of the distance on foot,” he announced.
As Nancy got out the right-hand side of the car after Don she glanced at the luminous dial on the clock. It was three o’clock in the morning!
Walking three abreast, the sleuths saw the bungalow below. It was in darkness.
“I don’t see any sign of a car,” Don whispered to Nancy, as he guided her by the arm.
Carson Drew was silent, but suddenly he jerked to attention. A twig had snapped. Now they saw a man walking toward the trio through the woods!
As Don, Nancy, and Mr. Drew ducked behind some shrubbery, they noticed that the man approaching them was carrying a fishing pole and a box of the type ordinarily used for bait.
Passing by the watchers, he walked unhurriedly toward the beach. At this moment the moon chose to show itself brilliantly, and Nancy observed that the man was tall and heavy.
“Hello, Sam,” he said, and now the watchers could see a rowboat and passenger gliding out of the shadows.
“I hope the fish are biting well this morning.” His voice carried clearly in the stillness.
The fisherman deposited his gear in the boat, and the two companions shoved off. They were barely out of sight when Don whispered hoarsely, “A light in the bungalow.”
From the second-story window had come a flash of light. It did not reappear.
“Someone’s up there!” Nancy whispered. “Maybe the fisherman alerted him.”
“Let’s circle the house,” said Carson Drew, and suggested that he take the left half of the circle while Nancy and Don took the right. They would meet back at this same spot in a few minutes.
“Be careful now,” he warned the young people.
“You too, Dad,” Nancy said.
The route Nancy and Don took led past the door into the first floor of the boathouse bungalow. Cautiously they listened at the exit. There was no sound from within. They went on to the beach side.
The two tiptoed among the shadows as far as the center of the rear of the building without incident, then quietly returned to the meeting place. When they arrived, Mr. Drew was not there.
“That’s funny,” said Nancy, a little alarmed. “Where is Dad?”
Just then she and Don heard a low groan. It seemed to come from behind a tree about twenty feet away. Forgetting caution, the couple rushed to the spot. Behind its broad trunk a man lay sprawled on the ground. Mr. Drew!
“Dad!” Nancy exclaimed, kneeling down. She felt the lawyer’s pulse. It was steady.
“I think he was knocked out,” said Don angrily. “Nancy, you’re right about this being a hide-out. We must get the police!”
“And right away!” Nancy agreed, as Carson Drew sat up groggily. In a moment he could talk.
The lawyer said that after leaving Nancy and Don he had started around the bungalow. Someone had come from behind and struck him. “I suppose he dragged me here.”
“Stumpy Dowd, I’ll bet!” Nancy exclaimed. “And this may mean that he and his wife made a getaway while Don and I were on the other side of the bungalow! Dad, do you feel well enough to try to follow them?”
“Yes, but where did they go?” he asked. “And how? By boat, car, or on foot?”
As if in answer to his question, the three suddenly saw in the clear moonlight the figures of two men and a woman running up the bungalow lane toward the road. Each man carried a big suitcase. Laura’s inheritance and Mr. Aborn’s little fortune!
“After them!” Don cried.
But Mr. Drew could not make it. He tottered unsteadily and leaned against the pine. “Go on!” he said.
“No!” Nancy replied quickly. “Don, bring Dad’s car here, will you?”
As the boy started off, the trio heard the muffled backfire of an automobile coming from the direction of the woods across the main road.
“Hurry, Don!” Nancy urged. “They had a car hidden there.”
By the time Don returned, Carson Drew felt better. He suggested that Nancy drive, since she was more familiar with the road. When everyone was in the car, with the lawyer in the rear seat, they took off.
Upon reaching the road, the young sleuth turned right. “I think this is the direction the other car took,” she said. “Anyway, it leads to Stamford, where I know there’s a state police headquarters.”
The road became rough and was full of sharp turns. Nancy drove fast but carefully, slowing at each curve. There was no sign of another car until Don suddenly cried out:
“I think we're approaching a car!”
Nancy peered forward intently. She saw nothing but the road ahead.
“It’s hidden now by that hill in front of us,” Don told her.
There was a long moment of suspense, then Nancy exclaimed, “I see it!”
“Do you think it’s the Dowds?” Don asked.
“It could be,” Mr. Drew replied.
As the car reached a smooth, straight piece of road, Nancy put it to a faster and faster pace.
“We’re gaining on them!” Don said exuberantly.
Little by little the Drew sedan crept up on the car ahead. Soon its headlights spotlighted the rear of the other vehicle—a black foreign car! Three figures were silhouetted inside it!
At the same moment Nancy caught sight of a huge black-and-white checkerboard sign at the side of the road. A bad curve ahead! With well-timed precision, Nancy eased up on her speed and gradually used her brake, knowing that abrupt pressure might cause a bad skid.
“That other driver isn’t paying any attention to the warning!” Don exclaimed.
The snakelike curve was only a few hundred feet ahead on a steep downgrade. The occupants of the Drew sedan held their breath. Would the others make the turn? There came a violent screech of brakes.
“Oh no!” Nancy cried out in horror.
As she and her companions watched, the foreign car shot off the edge of the road and plunged down a steep cliff!