The Haunted House

Carolyn Keene

Nancy Drew Mystery Stories: Volume Nineteen

The Quest of the Missing Map

Copyright © 1997, 1969, 1942 by Simon & Schuster, Inc.

Published by Grosset & Dunlap, Inc.

This is revised text, 1969

“No! No! I won’t go there! ” seven-year-old Trixie Chatham cries out. “The Ship Cottage is haunted! ”

Prompted by her concern for the frightened child, Nancy investigates the small studio on the Chatham estate. What the astute young detective discovers leads her to believe that there is a connection between the mysterious occurrences at Ship Cottage and her search for a treasure island.

With only a few slim clues to guide her—a half map and Tomlin Smith’s vague memories—Nancy sets out to find Mr. Smith’s long-lost twin brother, who possesses the rest of the map that will pinpoint the location of buried treasure willed to them by their father.

Constantly beset by danger and intrigue, Nancy courageously outwits her enemies and solves one of the most challenging cases in her career as a teen-age investigator.

CHAPTER I

The Haunted House

HER golden red hair flying in the wind, Nancy Drew ran up the porch steps and opened the front door of her home.

She could hear Hannah Gruen, the Drews’ housekeeper, saying to someone in the living room, “Why don’t you tell your mysterious story to Nancy? She’s a really clever young detective.”

The mere mention of a mystery quickened the pulse of eighteen-year-old Nancy. She dropped her art books and portfolio on the hall table and glanced into the living room.

“Come in, dear, ” said Mrs. Gruen. “You’re home early.”

“Art school was dismissed at two-thirty today, ” Nancy replied.

Seated on a couch beside Mrs. Gruen was an attractive, dark-haired girl about twenty.

“Nancy, I’d like you to meet Ellen Smith, ” the middle-aged, kindly housekeeper said. “You’ve frequently heard me speak of her.”

The girls greeted each other, then Ellen said, “I was hoping Mrs. Gruen might accompany me to Rocky Edge this afternoon. I just dread going alone.” She glanced at Hannah.

“Rocky Edge? ” Nancy asked. “Isn’t that the estate along the river? ”

“Yes, it is, ” Hannah Gruen replied. “Ellen says she has been offered a summer position there with the owner. If she takes it, the salary will help tremendously toward her tuition at Blackstone College of Music.”

Ellen added, “My parents have suffered some serious financial reverses. They can’t afford to send me and recently my father was injured in a car accident.”

“I’m terribly sorry, ” Nancy said sympathetically. After a pause she asked, “Are you taking piano lessons? ”

“No. I’m studying voice, but I do play the piano.”

“Ellen has a lovely voice, ” Mrs. Gruen put in. “A few weeks ago she sang on TV, and her teacher is urging her to devote all her time to music and become a soloist.”

“If only I could! ” Ellen murmured wistfully. “But already I’ve borrowed a lot of money and I’m worried about how to pay it back. I want to take the position at Rocky Edge because it pays well, but the place and the people have an air of mystery about them that scares me. Besides, I’m afraid I won’t be able to get along with Trixie.”

“Who is she? ” Nancy inquired.

“Trixie is Mrs. Chatham’s seven-year-old daughter, ” Ellen explained. “I’ve never met her but I understand she’s unruly.”

“Your job would be to look after her? ”

Ellen nodded. “Mrs. Chatham wants me to live there and give Trixie piano lessons. The mother is a strange person, a widow, and frustrating at times.” Ellen turned to Hannah Gruen and said, “Won’t you please go with me to see Mrs. Chatham and talk about the position? ”

The housekeeper smiled. “Why not take Nancy? She’s had a lot of experience meeting strange people. If Nancy thinks it’s all right for you to accept the position, I’m sure it will be.”

“I’ll be glad to go, ” Nancy said.

She was eager to help Ellen, and curious about the wealthy and eccentric Mrs. Chatham.

“I don’t like to put you to so much trouble, ” Ellen protested. “But I would appreciate having you with me.”

“You’re not afraid of Mrs. Chatham? ”

“Not exactly, and I’d try to get along with her and Trixie. I love children and enjoy working with them. At Rocky Edge I’ll have time to practice my vocal work. I was told there’s a small studio on the estate.”

As Ellen talked, Nancy could not help but wonder, “Is Ellen’s decision difficult to make because of the mysterious story I heard Hannah mention? Is it connected with the position at Rocky Edge? Or is some other, mystery haunting Ellen? ”

As the two girls left the Drew house and walked toward the driveway, Nancy remarked to Ellen, “I heard Hannah say something about a mysterious story.”

“It has to do with a map and a buried treasure, ” the other girl replied as they stepped into Nancy’s car.

Nancy hoped to hear more about the buried treasure as they rode along, but Ellen turned the conversation toward the two girls’ interest in art: one of them in music, the other in drawing and sketching.

“What are you specializing in? ” she asked Nancy.

“Drawing figures and faces, ” Nancy replied.

“As a child I always filled in the capital o’s in magazines and newspapers with eyes, nose, mouth and ears, so I guess Dad thought it might be a good idea if I turned my doodling to good account! ” She laughed.

Ellen said, “I hope to do the same with my music. When Hannah Gruen worked for my family years ago, she taught me lots of children’s songs. Hannah was really wonderful to my family. I was always sorry she left, but when Mother and Dad returned from their trip around the world, Mother took charge of our home herself.”

“My mother, ” said Nancy, “died when I was only three and Hannah Gruen has taken care of me ever since. She’s like a member of the family.”

Ellen nodded. “I know what you mean.”

The car sped on past the outskirts of River Heights. Halfway to Wayland, Nancy turned into a shady road and presently drew up near a sign which read Rocky Edge. She drove slowly up a curving tree-lined lane toward the house.

It was a large rambling structure, half hidden from the road by masses of high, overgrown shrubs. The driveway led to a pillared porch.

“It’s creepy here, isn’t it? ” Ellen remarked nervously.

“Oh, not really, ” Nancy replied. “No trimming has been done on the grounds, but that gives the place atmosphere.”

“I could do without it, ” Ellen said uneasily as they got out of the car.

She went ahead of Nancy and pressed the bell. Almost at once the door was flung open. The two callers found themselves facing a little girl.

“I don’t know what you’re selling! ” the child cried out. “Whatever it is we don’t want any! So go away! ”

“Just a minute, please, ” Nancy said. “We came to talk with Mrs. Chatham about Miss Smith giving her daughter music lessons.”

The little girl’s dark eyes opened wide as she stared first at Nancy, then at Ellen. She wore her hair in two long braids, and her short dress made her thin legs look like toothpicks.

“I don’t want anyone to teach me! ” the child exclaimed. “There are too many now. If another one comes, I’ll—I’ll run away! ”

“Trixie! ”

Mrs. Chatham, a stout woman dressed in a bright-blue silk dress, had come to the door. Seizing the little girl by an arm, she pulled her away.

As Trixie began to cry, her mother said con-tritely, “I didn’t mean to hurt you, dear, but sometimes you are impossible.”

Ellen introduced Nancy to Mrs. Chatham. The woman invited the callers into a living room furnished with bizarre modem tables, chairs, and paintings. She began a lengthy account of her daughter’s shortcomings, regardless of the fact that the child was listening to every word.

At the first opportunity Nancy rose from her chair and asked Trixie to show her the grounds. As they walked down a shady trail, Nancy smiled at the child, recited a funny limerick, and soon had the little girl laughing gaily.

“I wish you were going to be here instead of Miss Smith, ” Trixie remarked. “I like you.”

“You’ll like Ellen too, ” Nancy assured her. “And I’ll come to see you sometimes.”

“All right. But I hope she won’t try to boss me like the others did. No one can tell me what to do! ”

“I’m afraid you’ve heard your mother say that to you so often you believe it.” Nancy laughed. “Now let’s forget about being naughty. Suppose you show me the rest of the grounds. Shall we go first to that little house? ”

Through the trees at a spot that overlooked the river, Nancy could see the red roof of what appeared to be a tiny cottage. To her surprise Trixie held back.

“No! No! I won’t go there! ” she cried out.

“Why not? ”

“Because the place is haunted, that’s why! ” The child’s freckled face was tense. “I wouldn’t go inside the Ship Cottage for anything! ”