Carolyn Keene - Nancy Drew Read Online Free PDF

many,” Nancy said, snatching a glance at the list.
    “Even so,” George said, “it will take more than a few days to visit all of them.”
    Nancy noticed a newspaper lying on a desk. “Chris, may I look at that?” she asked.
    “Of course,” he replied, sensing what was on her mind. “Maybe you’ll find something under ‘galleries.’ I was just about to suggest it myself.”
    Nancy quickly located the page filled with announcements about various auctions. One in particular drew her attention.
    “There’s an interesting sale scheduled tonight at Speers, Limited,” she pointed out, adding that among the items being auctioned off were heraldic shields and medallions. “Maybe we’ll find something bearing a lion’s crest among them!”
    “And perhaps Ted!” Jacqueline added excitedly.
    “It’s a shame we missed the preview exhibition,” Nancy said. “That was this morning. But if we try, we can make the auction at 8 P.M.”
    “By the way,” George said to Jacqueline, “what does your brother look like? In case he happens to be there, we’d like to tell you.”
    “Oh, well, he’s taller than I am and he has dark wavy hair and hazel eyes. His face is rounder than mine. It’s ruddier, too.”
    “Do you have a picture of him?” Bess asked.
    “No, unfortunately—only a childhood photograph, and I assure you we both have changed a lot since then.” The model laughed, tossing back her mane of hair, letting the lamplight pick up highlights.
    Before the girls left, Bess whispered to Jackie out of earshot of her friends and then jotted something on a piece of paper.
    “What’s up?” George asked her cousin when they stood on the sidewalk again.
    “You’ll see,” Bess replied, mysteriously. “I have to run now. See you back at the apartment. ‘Bye.”
    Like a bolt of lightning, she flashed down the street and disappeared into a taxi that had stopped to let off a passenger.
    Nancy and George gaped at each other, breaking into giggles as they realized that Bess’s admiration for the glamorous model was probably at the root of her latest adventure. The afternoon passed quickly at Aunt Eloise’s and when the doorbell finally rang, Nancy and George ran to answer the door together!
    “Bess, is that you?” Nancy asked, gaping at her friend, while George put a hand over her mouth, biting her lips to keep from laughing out loud.
    Bess looked hurt. “What do you think? Of course, it’s me!”
    She had obviously gone to a hair and makeup artist who had changed everything except the color of her eyes. Her hair was swept upward in small fine ringlets, a few of which dangled over her ears and around the base of her neck.
    “Well?” Bess said, noting that her friends had fallen into total silence.
    “The hair isn’t bad,” George said, “but those eyes! Wow!”
    Nancy, too, was spellbound by the transformation. False eyelashes, curled thickly over Bess’s own, appeared to be half an inch long! One had loosened and Bess had carelessly stuck it back above the lid, making her look like a Paul Klee painting.
    “Did Jacqueline recommend this?” Nancy inquired.
    “Not this . Him,” Bess said. “He’s a wonderful hair stylist and makeup man. All the models go to him.”
    She marched to a mirror in the living room, quickly observing the lopsided eyelash. Embarrassed, she hurried to adjust it, but it drooped down over the lower lid and came loose, leaving her with one set on and the other off.

    George roared as Bess turned around. She grimaced angrily at her cousin.
    “You’re just jealous!” Bess charged.
    “Jealous!” George laughed, and grabbed her camera which she had left on a small table in the foyer. “I can’t miss this one. Dave will love it!”
    “Don’t you dare!” Bess cried, tearing off the other set of lashes.
    But it was too late. Her cousin had already snapped a picture. “Here she is, folks. The new model of the year!” George said gleefully, taking the finished print out