Chapter 14 The Mystery of the Fire Dragon by Carolyn Keene
A Hidden Microphone
“Nancy is worse?” Bess and George cried together fearfully.
“No,” Aunt Eloise replied. “Come in and I’ll tell you.”
When the three were huddled in the living room, the older woman whispered, “A little while ago I had a threatening phone call. The man said ‘This snooping into other people’s affairs by Nancy Drew has got to stop! And if she goes on that plane, it’ll be blown up!’ ”
“Oh, how horrible!” Bess exclaimed in an undertone.
George, equally worried, frowned. She rarely paid attention to anonymous threats, but for Nancy’s sake she felt this one could not be overlooked. “That man probably means what he says!”
“It is a dreadful situation,” Aunt Eloise remarked. “Perhaps, in order to save many lives, you girls should give up the trip.”
Bess was inclined to agree but George declared she was not going to let any dragon scare her off. “Anyhow, let’s wait until morning and see what Nancy thinks.”
The three went to bed but slept fitfully. They were concerned about the dangers which they had experienced in connection with the case.
The following morning Nancy was up, and except for a sore bruise on the back of her head, she declared she was back to normal. As the group cooked breakfast, they discussed the happenings of the evening before at great length—Nancy’s accident, Grandpa Soong’s story of his brother, and finally the threatening telephone message.
“The gang certainly has a good spy system,” Nancy remarked, puzzled. “How in the world do they find out all our plans?”
Then suddenly she put her forefinger to her lips. The others kept quiet as she began to tiptoe around, looking behind the stove, the refrigerator, inside the cabinets, and finally back of the dainty curtains at the windows.
Presently Nancy nodded and motioned the others to come forward. She pointed out a tiny disk fastened to the window frame under the valance of the curtain. From the disk a tiny wire ran outside the window and down the side of the building.
Nancy picked up an order pad and pencil. On it she wrote:
“That disk is a microphone, and probably was hidden here the day the intruder broke in. Our enemies have been picking up all our conversations in the kitchen and recording them somewhere below. I suggest that we turn the tables. Let’s all talk as if we were worried to death about the bomb scare and are going to give up the plane trip.”
The others, astonished, nodded. Then Aunt Eloise began the conversation.
“Why are you girls so quiet?” she asked. “Don’t tell me. I know. You’re all very brave but this bomb threat really has you upset.”
“I’m afraid you’re right,” said Bess, making her voice tremble. “I don’t know about the rest of you but I’d like to be counted out. I’m sure my mother and dad would never approve of my going on a plane that might be blown up!”
“You have a point there,” George agreed. “If my parents knew about this, they’d put both feet down hard. But it burns me up. Here I was looking forward to a nice trip and someone we don’t know steps in and ruins everything.”
“Yes,” said Nancy. She gave a tremendous sigh. “We were just getting some good clues and now this has to happen. Well, I suppose I’d better call my dad and tell him we’re canceling our flight tomorrow. He’ll be angry, I know, but I’m sure he’ll tell me to stay home.”
“Do you think we could keep on with our sleuthing in New York City?” George put in.
Nancy said she wondered whether this would be worth while. She was sure that most of the members of the gang who were holding Chi Che had left town. “Otherwise,” she added, “the police would have picked them up.”
Aunt Eloise Drew remarked that she was so sorry everything had turned out the way it had. She laughed. “I suppose, Nancy, you can’t expect good luck in solving every mystery you undertake.”
“No,” her niece agreed. “Just the same, I hate to leave Chi Che in such a dangerous situation.”
“Yes,” said Bess, giving a little sob. “Goodness only knows what torture they may be putting her through.”
“Then we’re all agreed we’re giving up the trip?” Nancy asked. There was a chorus of “ayes.”
The group stopped speaking. Nancy opened a cabinet drawer and took out a pair of scissors with wooden handles. Then, closing the window tight on the wire, she snipped it and wound the outer end around the curtain rod to keep it from falling to the ground when the window was opened again.
As George started to speak, the young sleuth held her finger to her lips. Once more signaling to the others to follow, she began a systematic search of the rest of the apartment to locate any other hidden microphones. But a thorough hunt revealed that the only one seemed to be in the kitchen.
Bess flopped into a chair. “Nancy Drew, you’re something!”
“You sure are,” George agreed. “I almost talked myself into giving up that trip during our act, but I’m not going to!”
“Nor I!” said Nancy.
Bess was a little more hesitant but finally decided that their broadcast had been convincing enough to keep any of the gang from placing a bomb on the plane.
Nancy now went to the telephone and called Captain Gray. When she had explained the whole incident, he said he would detail two men to shadow the person who came to pick up the record.
“No doubt it’s in some device hidden at the ground level of the apartment house,” the officer surmised. “We’ll let the fellow hang himself so to speak. That is, we’ll give him a chance to pass the word along that you girls have given up your sleuthing, then we’ll nab him. I’ll keep you posted.”
After breakfast Aunt Eloise went off to school. The three girls met Captain Gray at the passport office, where he vouched for the emergency aspect of their flight. Passports were quickly issued.
“I’ll call you as soon as we have any news on the tape recorder,” the officer said as he dropped the girls at Aunt Eloise’s apartment.
Later that afternoon when the telephone rang, Nancy ran to answer it. Captain Gray was on the line. “Good news, Nancy,” he said. “We picked up the man responsible for the hidden mike and tape recorder at the apartment house. We gave him time to listen to what all of you had said and go to a phone booth.
“One of our plain-clothes men was nearby. He knew from the spaces between the numbers and letters what the fellow was dialing. Then our men picked him up. In the meantime, we were able to locate the party he called—a man known as Smitty. We find he was the one who accompanied Breen to Chinatown the day you chased them.”
Nancy was thrilled to hear this. “And who was the man you picked up in the phone booth?”
Captain Gray chuckled. “One of the top members of the gang. His name is Reilley Moot. His nickname is Ryle.”
“Oh, that’s marvelous!” Nancy exclaimed. “And has he confessed to anything?”
“Not exactly,” the officer answered. “But we found a giant firecracker in his pocket.”
“He must be the one responsible for causing the explosions here!” Nancy broke in.
“Right. Looks as if things are closing in on the gang,” the captain said. “You’ve done some fine sleuthing, Nancy. The police department can never thank you adequately.”
He added that through communications received from Interpol, the police thought the men who were in jail, and their accomplices still at large, were members of a large smuggling ring.
“Just what they’re smuggling we don’t know,” the officer went on. “But we hope to find out soon.” He laughed. “If their headquarters are in Hong Kong, perhaps you will find out what they’re smuggling before we do!”
“That sounds almost like an assignment.” Nancy laughed too. Then she became serious. “Captain Gray, there is one thing which is being overlooked and to me that is the most important of all—finding Chi Che Soong.”
She begged the officer to concentrate on that angle of the mystery, then said good-by. Before long, Aunt Eloise came home and announced she was going to take the girls to the theater. “I suggest that we do not mention the mystery or your future plans just in case any spies may be following us,” she advised.
The girls agreed and dressed for the festive evening. They had dinner at an uptown French restaurant, then saw a gay musical comedy.
“New York is just thrilling!” Bess exclaimed as they emerged from the theater.
Nancy and George echoed this and Nancy added, “Thanks a million, Aunt Eloise. This has been a terrific farewell party.”
The following morning Miss Drew and the girls exchanged fond good-bys. Aunt Eloise said it had been a wonderful visit and she hoped they would soon come again.
At three o’clock the girls set off. To keep any spies from suspecting they were headed for the International Airport, Nancy asked their taxi driver to take them to Grand Central Station. Once there, she had him drive on and finally head for the East Side Airlines Terminal. There the girls’ baggage was weighed and the travelers hurried into a limousine which took them to the airport.
Almost the first person Nancy saw in the waiting room was her father. But as previously arranged, Mr. Drew and his daughter pretended not to recognize each other.
The three girls stood a little distance from the ramp and closely watched each passenger go aboard their plane. The only one they recognized was Mrs. Horace Truesdale. Finally Nancy and her companions were warned by a loud-speaker announcement to go aboard.
Quickly they got on the plane and showed their tickets to the stewardess. To the girls’ annoyance, Mrs. Truesdale was standing just beyond the doorway. She looked at them in amazement.
“Why, when did you decide to come on this trip?” she asked. “Are you students at the university? Or are you traveling first class?”
“Neither,” Nancy replied, and started toward the rear of the plane.
“Are you going to Hong Kong?” Mrs. Truesdale persisted.
“Isn’t everyone on board?” Nancy countered.
“Will you be visiting friends over there?” the woman pursued.
“Yes,” Nancy replied. Secretly she was thinking that this overly inquisitive woman might try to be friendly with the girls in Hong Kong and interfere with their sleuthing.
The stewardess asked Mrs. Truesdale please to take her seat and motioned for the girls to go to theirs. Finally the lights went on, requesting passengers to fasten their seat belts. The door was closed and locked. The giant engines roared, and finally the plane taxied to the end of the runway.
After the great craft had stood there for over ten minutes, Bess said to Nancy and George seated alongside her, “Why don’t we take off?”
At that moment the stewardess’s voice came over the loud-speaker. “Your attention, please! On order of the police department all hand luggage must be examined. Will you please co-operate?”
Nancy, Bess, and George looked at one another. Were the police, perhaps, looking for a bomb after all?