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match.”
    â€œSomebody had to write that note,” George said.
    Nancy compared the note to each name on the list. Finally she found a match.
    â€œBess, George,” Nancy said. “The volunteerwho wrote the note was that kid Rusty!”
    â€œDid somebody say my name?” a voice asked.
    The girls whirled around. Rusty was standing behind them. He was holding a leash in one hand and a bag of dog poop in the other.
    â€œI was just walking Champ,” Rusty said.
    â€œWe can see that,” George said, wrinkling her nose.
    â€œRusty, did you write this?” Nancy asked, holding up the taped-together note.
    â€œHere. Hold this,” Rusty said. He handed Nancy the poop bag and took the note.

    Nancy scrunched her nose as she looked down at the bag. Rusty studied the note. He nodded and said, “Yeah. I wrote this. So what?”
    â€œIt’s not nice to leave creepy notes around!” Bess scolded.
    â€œI know, I know,” Rusty said. “But that Maya was making fun of shelter dogs. And shelter dogs are great!”
    â€œIs that why you switched Lola’s biscuits, too?” Nancy asked.
    â€œNo way!” Rusty said. “That would be going against the Bow-Wow Brigade Pledge.”
    â€œWhat pledge?” George asked.
    Rusty spun around. Printed on the back of his T-shirt was the Bow-Wow Brigade Pledge. The first line read, “Never hurt or trick any dog.”
    â€œA pledge is a serious promise,” George whispered.
    â€œI took a pledge,” Bess said. “When I joined the Pixie Scouts.”
    â€œWell?” Rusty said, turning around. “Now do you believe me?”
    â€œI guess so,” Nancy said.
    â€œBut what is Maya’s secret?” Bess asked.
    Rusty tossed the orange note on the desk. Then he flashed a sly grin. “It’s not nice to tell secrets, either,” he said. “Come on, Champ. Let’s go.”
    The girls watched as Rusty walked away.
    â€œWait!” Nancy called. “You forgot your bag!”
    â€œNow we’ll never know Maya’s secret,” George said.
    â€œAnd now Nicki is our only suspect,” added Bess.
    â€œMaybe, maybe not,” Nancy said. She tossed the bag into a trash can. Then she flipped the pages of the sign-in sheet until she found the one from Saturday.
    â€œLook!” Nancy said. She pointed to a name near the bottom of the list. “Nicki Weidemeyer,” she read. “That’s got to be the Nicki we know.”
    â€œSo Nicki was telling the truth,” George said. “She really did volunteer with the dogs on Saturday.”
    â€œNow we have no suspects,” Bess said. “And everyone still thinks we switched the dog biscuits.”
    The girls left the shelter. On their way out they ran into Mayor Strong.
    â€œHi, Mayor Strong,” Nancy said. “What are you doing here?”
    â€œI’m on my way to the vet stationed here,” Mayor Strong said. “To pick up a special toothpaste for my dog Huey.”
    â€œWhat makes it special?” George asked.
    â€œIt’s superstrong,” the mayor said. “Huey has had the worst dog breath since Saturday. Sort of like cheese and onions!”
    â€œCheese and onions?” said Nancy.
    Mayor Strong nodded. “Now if I can just get Huey to stop drooling like Niagara Falls,” he muttered.
    The girls said goodbye as the mayor entered the building.
    â€œWasn’t the flavor of Lola’s favorite dog biscuits cheese and onion?” George asked.
    â€œMayor Strong said Huey’s breath has been stinky since Saturday,” Nancy said.
    â€œThe day of the fashion show!” Bess gasped.
    Nancy smiled as the pieces in her mind began to click together.
    â€œMaybe Lola’s biscuits weren’t switched,” she said. “Maybe they were eaten !”

CHAPTER NINE
“Newfie . . . Goofy!”
    â€œYou mean Huey ate Lola’s dog biscuits?”