The Mystery of the 99 Steps

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  CHAPTER I - The Strange Dream

  CHAPTER II - The Frightened Financier

  CHAPTER III - The Green Lion

  CHAPTER IV - Backstage Scare

  CHAPTER V - Prowler Without Footprints

  CHAPTER VI - Double Take

  CHAPTER VII - Exciting Steps

  CHAPTER VIII - Dancing Sleuths

  CHAPTER IX - Startling Headlines

  CHAPTER X - A Sinister Figure

  CHAPTER XI - Clue From Home

  CHAPTER XII - The Red King Warning

  CHAPTER XIII - Schoolmaster Suspect

  CHAPTER XIV - Amazing Number 9

  CHAPTER XV - Missing Gold

  CHAPTER XVI - Followed!

  CHAPTER XVII - Knight in Armor

  CHAPTER XVIII - Dungeon Laboratory

  CHAPTER XIX - Nancy’s Strategy

  CHAPTER XX - Surprising Confession

  THE MYSTERY OF THE 99 STEPS

  NANCY DREW’S search for a flight of 99 steps to solve the mystery of a friend’s weird dream takes her to France. But before she leaves the United States, an unknown person calling himself Monsieur Neuf warns the young sleuth not to pursue her mission.

  With her friends Bess and George, Nancy arrives in Paris to join her father who is working on another case: to find out what, or who, is frightening wealthy financier Monsieur Leblanc into selling large amounts of securities.

  Startling discoveries convince the young detective that Mr. Drew’s case and her own mystery are linked by the 99 steps, and that a mysterious Arab has a strong hold over Leblanc. Is it blackmail? she wonders.

  Nancy’s quest for further clues leads to the romantic chateau country in the Loire Valley, where a web of danger closes in tightly around the three girls. How Nancy unearths the exciting mystery of the 99 steps will hold the reader spellbound with suspense.

  Suddenly Nancy spotted the mysterious Arab

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  CHAPTER I

  The Strange Dream

  “How exciting, Nancy! Your dad really wants Bess and me to go to France with you?” Nancy’s tomboy friend exclaimed over the telephone.

  “Yes, George, to help us solve a couple of mysteries. How about you girls having dinner with me tonight and I’ll tell you the details.”

  “Give me a hint,” George begged. “I can hardly wait!”

  Nancy Drew laughed. “My case involves a weird dream.”

  “A dream!” George exclaimed. “Hypers! And what’s your dad’s case about?”

  “Too confidential for the phone,” Nancy replied. “Be here at five so we can talk it over before dinner. I’ll call Bess.”

  Bess Marvin and George Fayne were cousins. Like Nancy, they were eighteen, and had been friends of the attractive, titian-haired girl detective for a long time. They arrived promptly. Blond Bess’s warm smile revealed two dimples. George, with close-cropped dark hair, was slim and athletic—the exact opposite of her slightly plump cousin.

  “We both have permission to go to France, Nancy,” said Bess, “but please, please don’t get me into any scary situations the way you have in your other mysteries.”

  Nancy grinned and put an arm affectionately around Bess. “I can’t promise, but—”

  “Of course you can’t,” George interrupted. “Besides, that’s what makes solving mysteries so exciting. Now tell us all about everything.”

  The three girls went into the living room, where a cheerful blaze crackled in the fireplace. This was an unseasonably cool June day. Bess and George seated themselves in comfortable chairs, but Nancy remained standing, her back to the fire. Her blue eyes glistened excitedly.

  “Begin!” George urged. “From your expression I’d say we shouldn’t waste a minute getting these mysteries solved.”

  “How’d you guess?” said Nancy. “Dad has already gone to Paris on his case. We’re to meet him at a hotel there and after a couple of days in Paris we girls will go for a visit to a large chateau in the country.”

  Bess’s face glowed. “A real chateau! Divine!”

  “Not only that,” Nancy went on, smiling, “we’re having dinner guests tonight—they live in the chateau.”

  “We’ll be staying with them?” Bess asked.

  “No, they’re visiting in the States for a few weeks and staying right in this house. You girls and I will be exchange guests.”

  George chuckled. “Will I be in exchange for a boy?”

  Laughingly Nancy replied, “They’re girls—Marie and Monique Bardot.” She explained that arrangements had been made between her father and an aunt of the Bardot sisters. Carson Drew was a prominent attorney, who often was called upon to handle difficult cases. Frequently his daughter helped him.

  “The girls’ aunt, who is a few years older than their mother,” Nancy continued, “lives here in River Heights. Marie and Monique are with her right now. But her apartment is too small to accommodate overnight guests. Mrs. Blair is the person with one of the mysteries—mine. She asked me to solve it.”

  Nancy went to stand by the fire. “You both know Mrs. Josette Blair, don’t you?”

  “Of course!” said Bess. “She’s that lovely woman who lives in the apartment house near us. Don’t tell me she’s having more trouble and so soon after her husband and son were killed in that car accident. Now she has a sprained ankle! Poor Mrs. Blair,” Bess added sympathetically.

  “This is another kind of trouble,” Nancy told the cousins. “It’s weird. Every night Mrs. Blair has a horrible nightmare and wakes up with her heart pounding. In her dream she’s blindfolded and is about to fall down a long flight of stairs, with someone whispering, ‘99 steps.’ ”

  “How horrible!” Bess murmured.

  “But,” put in practical George, “at least it’s only a dream. What’s the mystery?”

  “The mystery of the 99 steps,” Nancy answered. “You see, Mrs. Blair lived in various places in France as a small child, and actually had this frightening experience, but she can’t remember where or anything else about it. For years she did not think of what happened but recently had the dream again. Then something occurred that has really frightened her.”

  “What was it?” George asked.

  Nancy said that Mrs. Blair had received a letter from Paris, written in French. “Unfortunately, in a moment of panic she destroyed the message. There was only one sentence in it. ‘Tell no one about the 99 steps. Monsieur Neuf’!”

  “Mr. Nine, eh?” Bess murmured, and Nancy nodded.

  “It’s our job,” she continued, “to find Monsieur Neuf and where the 99 steps are, and—well, solve the mystery so poor Mrs. Blair can sleep peacefully again.”

  As Nancy stooped to poke the fire and put on another log, Bess groaned. “I can see danger ahead with this mysterious Mr. Nine.”

  Suddenly the three girls were startled by a loud whirring noise. “A helicopter!” George cried out. “It’s awfully close!”

  The girls listened tensely, knowing it was against a River Heights ordinance for any aircraft to fly so low over the residential area. Was the pilot in trouble?

  An instant later a strong downdraft of air burst from the chimney. It se
nt sparks, soot, and ashes over Nancy and into the room.

  “Oh, Nancy!” Bess screamed.

  She rushed forward with George to help Nancy. They patted out the sparks in her hair and on her sweater. Then George trampled some burning fragments on the carpet.

  The scream had brought Mrs. Hannah Gruen, the Drews’ housekeeper, running from the kitchen. She was a kind, pleasant-faced woman who had helped to rear Nancy since the sudden death of Mrs. Drew when the girl was three years old.

  Hannah exclaimed, “What happened? Oh, my goodness!” she added, seeing Nancy covered with soot and ashes.

  “That helicopter!” George exclaimed. “I’ll bet it caused this mess!”

  While Bess told Mrs. Gruen about the chimney episode and Nancy went upstairs to bathe, George dashed outdoors. She could see the helicopter in the distance, apparently getting ready to land at the River Heights airport.

  “That pilot ought to be reported!” George thought angrily.

  When Nancy came downstairs, George mentioned this and Nancy agreed. “I’ll drive out to the airport tomorrow morning to see about it.”

  “In the meantime, Detective Drew,” put in Bess, “tell us more about your mystery. For instance, how did Mr. Nine find out where Mrs. Blair is?”

  “I suppose from her relatives in France. We’ll ask Marie and Monique when they come. Maybe they can give us some other clues, too.”

  At that moment a taxi drove up and two attractive, dark-haired girls alighted. Each carried a large and a small suitcase. Nancy went to the door to meet them.

  “You are Nancy Drew?” asked the taller of the pair, smiling. She had a musical voice with a delightful accent.

  Nancy smiled. “Oui. And you are Marie, n’est-ce pas?” She turned to the shorter girl. “Hello, Monique. Please come in, and welcome!”

  As soon as the Bardots were in the hall, Nancy introduced Bess, George, and Mrs. Gruen. Then the visitors’ bags were carried upstairs.

  “What a charming house!” exclaimed Monique when all the girls were seated in the living room. “You are very kind to invite us, Nancy. We do not want to be any trouble. Mrs. Gruen must give us something to do.”

  George and Bess rushed forward to help Nancy

  Conversation turned to Mrs. Josette Blair’s mystery. The sisters felt sure none of the family in France had given their aunt’s address to anyone. Marie and Monique were worried about the mysterious message she had received.

  “Perhaps Tante Josette should go away,” said Marie.

  “I’m sure Mrs. Gruen would be glad to have her stay here,” Nancy offered. “Perhaps she wouldn’t be so frightened if she weren’t alone.”

  “Merci bien,” Monique said gratefully.

  Presently Hannah announced dinner. At the table the group continued to discuss the mystery of the 99 steps, but the French visitors could shed no light on the subject. Nancy did not refer to her father’s case. Bess and George, though disappointed, realized that it was a confidential matter and Nancy would tell them about it later.

  Nancy herself was thinking, “I’ll drive Bess and George home and tell them Dad’s mystery then.”

  A luscious-looking lemon meringue pie had just been served by Hannah Gruen when the front doorbell rang.

  “I’ll get it,” said Nancy. “Excuse me.”

  At the door Nancy was startled to see a man wearing a half mask! “This is the home of the Drews?” he asked in a strong French accent.

  “Y-yes,” Nancy replied. Fearful he would force his way inside, she held the door firmly.

  The masked man did not try to enter, and Nancy made quick mental notes of his appearance. He was tall, with exceptionally long arms and feet.

  The stranger, who wore heavy leather gloves, handed Nancy a sealed envelope, turned on his heel, and left. She noted that he walked with a slight limp and wondered if this was genuine. He disappeared down the winding driveway and Nancy closed the door. The typewritten address on the envelope was to Mr. and Miss Drew.

  “Why was the man wearing heavy leather gloves—in June? This could be a dangerous trick,” Nancy thought, her detective instinct for caution aroused.

  She carried the envelope upstairs. To be rid of any possible contamination from it, Nancy washed her hands thoroughly, then put on leather gloves.

  Using a letter opener, she carefully slit the envelope. A single sheet fell out with a typed message:STAY OUT OF FRANCE!

  MONSIEUR NEUF

  “Monsieur Neuf!” Nancy thought in dismay. “Was he the man who brought this?”

  CHAPTER II

  The Frightened Financier

  AT ONCE Nancy rushed to the telephone in her father’s bedroom and called Mrs. Blair. She told her of the warning note and asked if the first message from Monsieur Neuf had been typed also.

  “Yes, on a French typewriter. You know many of the keys have different characters.”

  “Then the warning I just received was typed on another machine—an American one,” Nancy said. “Monsieur Neuf probably has a confederate in this country. By the way, Mrs. Blair, we were going to suggest that you stay here with our housekeeper and your nieces while Dad and I are away.”

  “That’s sweet of you,” said Mrs. Blair. “Let me think it over. It’s you I’m worried about—not myself. I don’t want you to take any undue risks for me.”

  Nancy replied in as lighthearted a tone as she could muster, “Oh, don’t worry, Mrs. Blair, I must take risks when solving a mystery.”

  Some traps and scary situations in which she had found herself flashed through the young detective’s mind, from her very first mystery involving The Secret of the Old Clock to her recent adventure—capturing The Phantom of Pine Hill.

  “I’m sure you do take risks,” Mrs. Blair said. “But I beg of you, be careful.”

  When Nancy returned to the dining room, she told the others about the masked man who had left the warning note. Everyone looked worried.

  “Oh dear! You are in danger, Nancy, because of Monique and me,” Marie burst out. “We will leave.”

  “No indeed you won’t,” Nancy replied firmly. “Monsieur Neuf is trying to keep me from going to France. But I’ll go just the same. Dad wants me there. Besides, I have a job to do. I must solve your aunt’s mystery. After I leave, I hope you people won’t be bothered again.”

  Marie and Monique glanced at each other, as if unconvinced, but finally they smiled. Monique said, “Nancy, you are brave as well as kind. We will remain.”

  All the girls thanked Mrs. Gruen for the delicious meal, then insisted that she watch television while they cleared the table and tidied the kitchen. Shortly afterward, when Marie and Monique excused themselves to unpack, Bess and George declared they must leave. Nancy offered to drive them home.

  As soon as the three girls were on their way, George said, “Now tell us about your father’s case.”

  Nancy chuckled. “He calls it ‘The Case of the Frightened Financier.’”

  Bess giggled. “Who is this money man?” she asked. “And what’s he frightened about? The stock market?”

  “His name is Monsieur Charles Leblanc. We don’t know why he’s frightened.”

  Bess murmured dreamily, “Frenchman. Mmm!”

  Nancy went on, “He lives in a chateau in the Loire River valley, and his office and a factory he manages are in Paris. He’s wealthy and influential in business circles but inherited most of his financial empire. Lately he has become very secretive—is drawing large sums of cash from banks and threatens to close up his factory.”

  “And put all those people out of work?” George broke in.

  “Right. He has sold large holdings of stocks and bonds, too, which isn’t good for the country’s economy.”

  “Nancy, how does your dad fit into this pic ture?” Bess asked.

  “Monsieur Leblanc’s business associates have engaged Dad to find out what has scared him into doing this. An American lawyer on vacation in France wouldn’t be suspected by the ‘frightened
financier’ of trying to learn what’s going on.”

  As Nancy finished speaking, she pulled up in front of the Marvins’ home. The girls said good night and Nancy went on to the Faynes’.

  “By the way,” said George, “when are we taking off?”

  “Day after tomorrow. Meet you at the airport eight-thirty A.M. sharp. Good night.”

  During the drive home Nancy’s thoughts dwelt on the mystery. On a deserted street she was suddenly startled when a man stepped off the curb directly into her path! He limped forward, then fell. Nancy jerked the steering wheel hard and jammed on her brakes to avoid hitting him. Shaken, she stared out at the prone figure.

  “Help!” he cried, with a French accent. “I am sick!”

  Nancy’s first instinct was to assist him, but instead she reached for the door locks and snapped them. The man on the pavement was the masked messenger who had come to her house earlier. This must be a trick! He had followed her and knew the route she probably would take home!

  Quickly Nancy pulled the car near the opposite curb and drove off. In the rear-view mirror she could see the man picking himself up and limping to the sidewalk. On a chance she had been wrong, Nancy stopped a patrol car and told her story.

  “We’ll investigate at once, miss,” said the driver.

  A little while after arriving home Nancy telephoned police headquarters and learned that the suspect had vanished. The young sleuth, convinced the man had been feigning illness, told her French friends and Hannah of the incident.

  Mrs. Gruen sighed. “Thank goodness you’re home safe.”

  Marie and Monique looked concerned, but made no comment. Nancy felt sure they were wondering if all American households were as full of excitement as this one!

  The trying events were forgotten temporarily, when the visitors offered to sing duets in French. Nancy and Hannah were delighted.

  “These are old madrigals from the Loire valley where we live,” Monique explained. “You will hear them often while you are there.”