The Whispering Statue [antikvár]

CHAPTER I Three-Way Alarm "Nancy, you're kidding. No statue can whisperl" A twinkle came into Nancy Drew's blue eyes. She tossed back her reddish-gold hair and looked at the slender, athletic girl standing in front of her. "George, the statue I'm talking about used to whisper before it disappeared." A third girl in the Drews' attractive living room, Bess Marvin, spoke up. "Where is this marvel?" She was blond and slightly plump and dark-haired George Fayne's cousin. George grinned. "The marvelous marblel" The other two girls laughed. Nancy said, "I don't know anything more about it, but Dad has a client coming to dinner who will explain everything. She has a case for him and he hinted that he wants you girls and me to help solve a mystery in connection with it." "Sounds greati" George remarked.