Mrs. Tenney just arrived in River Heights. She liked the town and its people, and even more than that, she had a vested interest in the area. She was, after all, half owner in a River Heights landmark property, more specifically, a Victorian mansion named Follett Mansion.
She chose not to live in the mansion, instead favoring a smaller, more cozy home located just up the street.
The grand house had been unoccupied for a number of years, but a basic maintenance effort kept it from becoming derelict, if not a full reflection of its former glory. Still, it stood as a handsome home, one of the most prominent in town.
But the real value of Follet Mansion went much deeper than its light green façade, for inside were the true treasures, most of which were situated in the sprawling library. When I read this, I assumed that the treasure was in the book collection held there, and while it was impressive, the furniture, I learned, was much more so. For example, there were two matching cherry tables that had been authenticated as those once owned by none other than George Washington himself! And those were just two of the many fine pieces in the mansion.
Mrs. Tenney was bequeathed the mansion and it’s contents by her late, great aunt Sara. The other half was willed to Mrs. Tenney’s second Cousin Alpha Zinn, (quite an unforgettable name, I thought).
Shortly after settling into her new home, Mrs. Tenney decided that it was time to take a thorough and complete inventory of the collection of furnishings. She faced a dilemma however…she didn’t want to enter the storied old house on her own. Simply put, she admired the place, but was deathly afraid of it at the same time.
Fortunately for her, soon after arriving in River heights, she learned that one of the town’s residents was a courageous, levelheaded young woman who might be able to assist her.
This impressive young woman was Nancy Drew.
Mrs. Tenney soon met Nancy, and it was at that first meeting that the older woman asked her if she would be willing to accompany her to the mansion so that she could take the inventory. Nancy, for her part, had been intrigued by the storied old property, and as a result, enthusiastically agreed to keep company with her for this exciting excursion.
And so it was, on the appointed day, Nancy picked up Mrs. Tenney in her convertible, and they drove to Follett Mansion. They’d parked, but remained in their seats, both staring at the imposing frontage of a house that one never really got used to looking at.
Suddenly, Mrs. Tenney spoke, “I wouldn’t go into that spooky old house alone for anything.”
Nancy turned to her and smiled in an attempt to assure the nervous woman, “Why, Mrs. Tenney, your great aunt lived here alone for many years and was safe.”
“She was just lucky not to have had burglars,” Mrs. Tenney replied, while glancing doubtfully between Nancy and the old house. She then went on, “Aunt Sara was so absent minded that most of the time she didn’t know what was going on. But one thing she did keep track of was the beautiful antique furniture in her library. She never used the room but wouldn’t part with any of its contents.”
After another short period of reflection, Nancy finally said, “Everything looks peaceful, shall we go in?”
Mrs. Tenney sighed, then said, “I suppose we must. After all, that’s why I asked you to come.”
Then Nancy and her companion alighted. The older woman unlocked the front door, then snapped on a light. She then led Nancy down a large hallway, on each side were arched entrances to various rooms. Nancy followed her to an archway on the right that led to the library. That’s when Mrs. Tenney stopped abruptly, gasping!
“What’s the matter?” Nancy implored.
“They’re gone! All the valuable antiques!” Mrs. Tenney was apoplectic.
With that, she frantically hurried into the library, pausing and pointing, “That’s where a fine old sofa stood, and at each end was one of the priceless tables I told you about!”
Then she stopped as a sudden thought struck her, “Well, he won’t get away with this! My second Cousin Alpha Zinn, he came here and took the best pieces before I had the chance to decide which ones I wanted for myself.”
Nancy asked thoughtfully, “Was Mr. Zinn bequeathed the other half of the contents of this house?��
“Yes,” Mrs. Tenney replied, a strong tinge of annoyance in her tone of voice, “We’ve never been friends, and I don’t trust him. He’s an antique dealer and a sharp trader.”
Nancy wasn’t comfortable with an immediate declaration of Mr. Zion’s guilt. She kept that thought to herself, but did gently suggest, “Perhaps it was someone else, lets look for a clue to the burglar.”
Nancy began searching carefully, and in the corner of the room found a small, crumpled piece of paper. Drawn on it was a white rimmed circle with a red center in which was a black star. Printed underneath the circle were these words:
WITCH TREE SYMBOL
“How very strange!” Nancy exclaimed as she showed it to Mrs. Tenney, “Do you know what this is?” She asked.
The woman glanced at the drawing, then said, “Of course, it’s a Pennsylvania Dutch hex sign. Well, I guess that’s all the proof we need, Alpha Zinn lives in that part of Pennsylvania. I just know he was here and took every stick of good furniture. Not only his, but mine!”
Nancy thought that under the circumstances, Mr. Zinn was a logical suspect, but she was not completely convinced of his guilt, “What does the witch tree symbol mean?” She asked.
“I don’t know,” Mrs. Tenney replied, “But what difference does it make when I know Alpha is guilty?”
Nancy thought that the hex sign might be a clue to solving the mystery but didn’t say so. She thought that whether it was Mrs. Tenney’s cousin, or someone else was the culprit, they were more than likely from the area where hex designs originated in the days of witchcraft.
Nancy then asked Mrs. Tenney when she was last in the house, to which she replied that it was one week before, and that she’d come with one of the executors who’d given her the key to the house before he’d left.
She then mentioned an antique dealer who’d arrived at the house, just as the executor was driving away. The man informed her that he had read about Aunt Sara’s antiques in the newspaper, and that he happened to be in River Heights on other business but wanted to take a look at the antiques as he thought he might be interested in purchasing some of them.
“Did you lock the door after showing the antique dealer the furniture?” Nancy asked.
Mrs. Tenney thought for a moment, then explained, “I’m sure he locked the door after us.” She then went on to say that he was a nice-looking man and that she’d handed him the key so he could lock up before they both left.
Nancy listened to the older woman’s account, keeping in mind that this man had obviously charmed Mrs. Tenney and that it would’ve been easy for him to make it look as though he’d locked the door.
“Was he a local dealer?” Nancy asked.
“No, I hadn’t seen him before,” Mrs. Tenney admitted.
“Then we don’t know where he’s from,” Nancy commented thoughtfully, then asked, “Did you get his name, or the name of the hotel he was staying at?”
Mrs. Tenney flushed with embarrassment admitting that she couldn’t remember his name, or the hotel he was staying at.
Suddenly, they both heard light footsteps coming from overhead, someone was treading lightly on the second floor!
Nancy dashed to the stairway to see who it was, just as the steps were becoming louder.
She looked back, and much to her dismay, Mrs. Tenney had fainted. She wanted to get a good look at the intruder but decided that it would be prudent to render first aid to Mrs. Tenney instead. Soon, the older woman eyes flickered open, and once satisfied that she was revived, Nancy ran to pursue the intruder.
But the lost time proved to be costly.
When Nancy reached the back of the old mansion, she found the kitchen door open. Looking out, she caught a glimpse of a tall, slender man, just as he was disappearing through a hedge at the rear of the property.
He was too far away, and Nancy knew she couldn’t possibly pursue him as she had lost too much ground.
She made her way back to the ailing Mrs. Tenney and asked if she could drive her home, which the older woman agreed was a good idea. On the way, Nancy got a full description of the antique dealer, and when they arrived at Mrs. Tenney’s house, the older woman was just about to make her way to the door when she turned around to face Nancy, “Would you take this case for me?” She’d asked, then added, “Please. You’re a good detective. Go see Alpha Zinn and find out whether or not he took the antiques.”
Nancy promised she would think it over and let the woman know. Right now, she then told her, she would drive downtown to find out about the mysterious antique dealer who’d been staying in River Heights.
“By the way,” Nancy asked, “What does your second cousin look like?”
“Oh, he’s short and plump,” Mrs. Tenney answered with a frown.
With that, Nancy drove away, intent on checking all the local hotels for a man who presented himself as an antique dealer and matched the description of the man she saw a glimpse of in the back yard.
Finally, after coming up empty at a number of lodging establishments, she reached the Pickwick Arms asking after the man in question. The clerk smiled and said, “I guess you mean Roger Hoelt, I’m sorry Miss, but you’re too late. He rushed in here, packed up in a hurry, and checked out about fifteen minutes ago!”
And with that came the end of the chapter, and the beginning of my intrigue!
I was asking myself who was the antique furniture thief. What was the thief’s connection to the hex sign, and how did the Witch Tree Symbol fit into all this?
I looked forward to finding the answers to these questions, and as I progressed through the story, I encountered a number of mysterious occurrences, and unforgettable characters, including, an imposter Amish couple, a unique approach to dealing with a mad charging bull, a storied piece of furniture with a secret compartment containing a great secret, the rather outlandish idea of Amish carriage racing, sleuthing on horseback, an accident with a boy’s slingshot and a stolen convertible.
And with all Nancy Drew stories, there were the tales of delicious sounding foods, including Shoofly Pie and Moon Pie.
But unique to this story was the accusation that Nancy was a thief, and even more amazing, the occasion when she was accused of being a practicing witch.
I adored the compassionate, wise and independent thinking Mrs. Glick, and the fact that George Fayne was especially quick witted in this story. I always liked George as a character, and it was good to see her have a chance to really shine!
The one area I thought could’ve been better was how quickly this particular story ended. Usually there’s a “post climax” wrapping of things that ties the story neatly in a bow. In this case, the part of the story felt more hastily finished than other Nancy Drew tales. One of my main motivations for wanting this was to read that the people who thought poorly of Nancy’s motivations would right their thinking about their unfair treatment of the young woman whose intentions were only good.
And that leads to my final thought about this story. Nancy was accused of doing some terrible deeds while all she was really doing was trying to help the very people accusing her. And while Nancy sometimes became exasperated or heated about the situations, she never outwardly showed her frustrations to the people involved, instead she treated everyone with respect and understanding.
And that aspect of Nancy Drew’s character is, more than anything else, what makes her an amazing heroine.
A brilliant story that I really enjoyed!