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trying to find out who switched Lola’s dog biscuits at the show,” Nancy said. “Maybe you can help us.”
    â€œSorry,” Nicki said. Her helmet wiggled as she shook her head. “I have no idea who did it.”
    Chip suddenly jumped up. She caught the strap of Nicki’s backpack between her teeth.
    â€œChip—no!” Nancy scolded.
    Too late. Chip pulled Nicki’s backpack out of the basket. Stuff spilled out as it tumbled to the sidewalk. Nancy noticed a wad of gum stuck to a tissue, a dollar bill, a pencil with a ladybug eraser, and a plastic comb.

    â€œSorry,” Nancy said. But as she picked up the backpack, three more things fell out.
    Three dog biscuits!

CHAPTER EIGHT
It’s a Match!
    Nancy grabbed Chip’s collar as she lunged for the biscuits. They looked just like Lick My Chops!
    â€œWhere did you get those?” Nancy asked.
    â€œThey must be from Saturday,” Nicki said calmly. “I forgot to clean out my backpack as usual.”
    â€œBut they’re Lick My Chops,” Nancy pointed out. “When you fed Lola you only fed her the fancy kind.”
    â€œThose weren’t for Lola,” explained Nicki. “After I told Maya I quit, I went to the Rollover Rescue tent to volunteer. Tracey gave me a bunch of biscuits to feed the shelter dogs.”
    Nancy watched Chip crunch the biscuits on the sidewalk. They were Lick My Chops all right!
    â€œYou can keep the biscuits.” Nicki sighed. “I still don’t have a dog.”
    Nicki adjusted her helmet and pedaled away. The girls stared down the block as she disappeared around a corner.
    â€œHow do we know she was telling the truth?” Nancy wondered.
    â€œToo bad we don’t have a lie-detector machine,” George said.
    â€œMaybe I can build one,” Bess said. “Or invent a shampoo that makes a liar’s hair turn green!”
    â€œThanks, Bess,” Nancy said. “But we still have other suspects to question.”
    â€œThe Bow-Wow Brigade!” Bess and George said together.
    The Clue Crew went straight to the Rollover Rescue Shelter. Once inside they saw volunteers in orange T-shirts busy at work. They werewalking dogs, cleaning cages, and showing adoptable dogs to possible owners.
    Tracey and Vincent were there. When they saw the girls and Chip, they walked over.
    â€œA brand-new puppy just came in,” Tracey said.
    â€œHe’s a schnoodle,” Vincent said.
    â€œA schnoodle?” Nancy asked.
    â€œPart schnauzer, part poodle,” Tracey explained. “Would you like to meet him?”
    Nancy was curious about the schnoodle. But she shook her head and said, “We came to find out who switched Lola’s dog biscuits before the fashion show.”
    Nancy pulled the note out of her pocket. She held it up and said, “We found this note in Lola’s trailer. Did any of you write it?”
    Tracey and Vincent stared at the note.
    â€œThat is our stationery,” Tracey said. “But I didn’t write it.”
    â€œMe neither,” said Vincent with a shrug. Then he pointed to a desk. “If you’d like tovolunteer, just write your name on the sign-in sheet and we’ll put you to work.”
    The teenagers turned and walked away.
    â€œSign-in sheet,” Nancy said. “That’s it!”
    â€œDon’t tell me you want to volunteer now,” George said. “We have a case to solve.”
    â€œAnd I’m not cleaning out any cages!” Bess said.
    â€œYou’ll see,” Nancy whispered. She waved her friends over to the desk. Then she ran her finger down the sign-in list until she found Tracey’s and Vincent’s signatures.
    â€œWhat are you doing, Nancy?” Bess asked.
    â€œComparing the note to Tracey’s and Vincent’s signatures,” Nancy explained. She held the note against the names and heaved a sigh. “The handwritings don’t