“The nerve of them!” Nancy burst out. “What did Mr. Ramsey do?”
“He called in several of his company employees, who also vigorously denied the accusation, saying that Mr. Ramsey was a genius and indeed had fashioned the synthetic spider sapphire himself.”
“Then what happened?” Nancy asked.
Mr. Drew told her that at this point Jahan and Dhan had apologized for being so hasty, but came up with a new theory. “They now accused Mr. Ramsey of having borrowed the original from the thief and used it as a model for his own gem.”
“That’s even worse!” Nancy exclaimed.
Her father agreed. “Of course Mr. Ramsey denied their claim, but Mr. Dhan with a smooth sort of smile said, ‘Mr. Ramsey, if you will give us back the original gem, or the money it is worth, we promise not to say anything to the authorities. Certainly you want to avoid unpleasant publicity.’ ”
“That sounds serious,” Nancy remarked. “What happened then?”
“By that time Mr. Ramsey had become very suspicious. He said he would have to think over the whole matter and asked the men to return in a few days.
“Mr. Ramsey came to me at once with the entire story. I decided to get in touch with the owner of the real spider sapphire, but was told he was away on vacation and his secretary, a man named Rhim Rao, also an Indian, was taking care of his affairs.”
“Did he confirm Jahan and Dhan’s story?” Nancy queried.
“Yes, he did.” While he, too, had been polite, Rhim Rao insisted that Mr. Tagore’s spider sapphire had been stolen and suspicion most certainly pointed to Mr. Ramsey. “I could not convince him that the synthetic gem had been made right here in River Heights,” the lawyer added.
Mr. Drew said that he had been in Mr. Ramsey’s office when Jahan and Dhan had returned. He, as attorney for Mr. Ramsey, and to test the Indians’ honesty, had insisted upon some kind of proof from the two foreigners before any discussion could take place. “They promised to bring some, but of course they never did. I engaged a detective to trail them, but unfortunately they managed to slip away.”
Nancy asked her father if he thought this meant Jahan and Dhan had left the country.
“Possibly, but not under their own names—or at least the names of Jahan and Dhan. I checked with the immigration authorities.”
Nancy continued to think about the strange story as she said good-by to Mr. Drew and returned to her friends in the lounge of the Longview Motel. They were so busy discussing how to go about finding Ned Nickerson that Nancy decided not to tell them her father’s story now. Each one in the group made several wild guesses as to what the strange message from Ned could mean.
Suddenly Burt spoke up excitedly. “Hey, I just thought of something. Maybe we’re figuring on the wrong pair. Ned could have meant p-a-r-e.”
“You could be right,” Dave replied, “but what’s he going to cut off? It leaves us just as confused as ever.”
“He could also have meant p-e-a-r,” George stated.
“True,” said Bess. “But what would he have meant by that?”
George could not resist the temptation to tease her cousin. “You love to eat. The answer should be easy for you.”
Bess was used to George’s gibes and invariably they piqued Bess into coming up with an answer. This time was no exception. With a toss of her head, she said, “How about a pear orchard?”
“Brilliant idea,” Dave praised her. “But how are we going to locate the right pear orchard?”
“I might have an answer to that,” Nancy spoke up.
“Then out with it,” Burt urged. “The sooner we find Ned the better.”
Nancy asked, “Wasn’t Ned doing some map making in connection with one of his courses?”
“Yes, he was,” Dave replied. “How does that apply here?”
Nancy smiled. “In map making you use latitude and longitude.”
“Right,” Burt agreed. “But what’s the connection?”
Nancy’s answer amazed the others. “Those numbers 4182. They might mean latitude and longitude.”
“Boy, that’s a brilliant idea!” Dave burst out.
“It sure is,” George spoke up. “Let’s find a map of this area.”
The manager of the motel supplied one. The young people spread it out on a table in the lobby, Nancy ran her finger along the longitude line while George ran hers up the one for latitude. Their fingers met at a point several miles from Emerson.
“That’s it!” Burt cried. “Let’s go!”
The five young sleuths set off in Nancy’s convertible. There were main highways only part of the distance. Then it became necessary to take bumpy, country roads. The last part of the journey was a long, very narrow stretch with a deep ravine on their side.
“I hope we don’t meet anybody,” Bess said nervously. “Whatever would we do?”
The words were hardly out of her mouth when they heard the roar of a motor around the bend just ahead. Nancy, who was driving, began to blow the convertible’s horn. In a moment a truck pulled up in front of her and stopped.
The driver proved to be a farmer. Nancy got out and walked up to him.
“This is unfortunate,” she said. “What are we going to do?”
The farmer scowled. “What are we going to do? You mean what are you going to do?”
Nancy stared at the unpleasant man. “I’m not familiar with this road. You must be. Is there a turnoff anywhere?”
“No,” he answered. “I’ll tell you what you’re going to do. Get in that car of yours and back up.”
By this time Burt and Dave had jumped out of the convertible.
“We’re on the ravine side,” Burt spoke up. “Couldn’t you just pull your truck off the road a little so we can pass?”
“And maybe break a wheel or overturn?” the farmer cried out. “I should say not. Besides, I’m in a hurry. I got to get to market.”
“You’re asking us to back up for a whole mile,” Dave protested.
“That’s exactly what I want you to do. And you’d better be quick about it!” the man shouted.
Nancy was dismayed. While it was not impossible for her to back up a mile, it seemed unnecessary. She was sure that if the farmer would pull off the road a little, he would neither break a wheel nor upset. He was being very unreasonable.
“Oh, this is dreadful!” Bess wailed.
The argument ceased when they heard another car coming along the road in back of Nancy’s convertible. The newcomer was a State Police officer. Quickly scanning the scene, he stepped up to the group and asked, “What’s the trouble here?”
“These kids won’t back up to let me pass!” the farmer growled.
Nancy was about to speak up when the officer said to the farmer, “I think it would be much simpler if you pull over and let these people pass.”
The farmer, muttering under his breath, got back into his truck and pulled off the road. After thanking the policeman, the others returned to their car and continued their journey, with the officer following. At a crossroad the policeman turned off and waved to the young people.
“How much farther is it?” George asked,
Burt consulted the map. “Four-one-eight-two should be right ahead.”
When Nancy pulled around a turn in the road past a little hill, Bess exclaimed, “A pear orchard!”
The trees were filled with white blossoms. On the other side of the road, a few feet below the edge, a brook gurgled along.
Everyone was tense. Which way should they go to search for Ned? Along the brook or through the pear orchard?
Before anyone had a chance to get out of the car, a sedan suddenly roared up behind them. Two revolvers poked from the windows and shots were fired at the tires of Nancy’s convertible. The next moment four masked men leaped from the sedan and surrounded her car.
One of the men ordered in a gruff voice, “Get out and follow us!”
CHAPTER V
Suspicious Initials
KNOWING that it would be foolhardy to resist the armed men, Nancy and her friends started walking down the road. Two of the holdup men were in front, the two with the revolvers in the rear, Burt and Dave exchanged glances, then looked at the girls.
All the young people understood the message: If there was any opportunity for them to attack their captors, they were to do it at a signal from Burt.
In a few moments the men with the revolvers put the weapons into their pockets and seemed to relax. Apparently they did not expect any trouble from their prisoners.
Suddenly Burt’s hand went up in the air. Quick as a flash, he tackled the largest of the men. Dave took a tall man, while George in a surprise move toward one of the two shorter men used a judo twist on him. The mask fell from his face.
Nancy and Bess together had pinned the arms of the fourth man behind him. As they grabbed the mask from his face, Nancy gasped.
He was one of the men who had hemmed in her car! Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the man George had swung to the ground was the other Indian!
In lightning moves the two suspects pulled away from the girls and ran as fast as they could through the pear orchard.
“Let’s chase them!” George urged.
“Better not,” Burt mumbled between punches. “Don’t forget—they’re armed.”
“Not now they aren‘t!” Bess exclaimed.
She pointed to the ground where two revolvers had fallen from the men’s pockets. Nancy and George picked up the weapons and flung them down into the brook.
Although the boys had won the first round, they were having a struggle to keep from being beaten in the fight. At once George went to help Burt subdue his man. Then she ripped off his mask. He was about thirty years old, fair-skinned, and had blond hair.
Nancy and Bess helped Dave. His assailant proved to be white also. “Who are you?” Nancy asked.
“There was no answer. She put the same question to the other attacker, but he too remained silent.
“Nancy, have you any rope in your car?” Burt asked.
She nodded. “There’s some in the trunk.”
“Will you please get it. I think we should tie these men up until we can get the police.”
The hands of the attackers were tied behind their backs. Then the men’s ankles were firmly bound together with rope.
Burt asked Nancy to drive to the nearest roadside phone and summon the police. She drove several miles along the country road but there was no place to make a telephone call. Finally she came to a farmhouse and asked the woman there if she might use the telephone.
“Yes. Come right in.”
Upon hearing Nancy’s report to the police, the woman was full of questions. Nancy answered as much as she thought advisable, then excused herself and hurried back to the group.
George told her, “We tried to catch these men off guard and asked them who Swahili Joe is. But they only looked blank. I guess they don’t know him.”
A few minutes later two State Police cars arrived with four officers. One of them, who said his name was Riggi, recognized the two prisoners as town thugs from nearby Landsdowne.
Nancy took Officer Riggi aside and told him about the two Indians who had escaped. “They may lead us to a friend of ours who was kidnapped,” she added.
Riggi was amazed and said he and Officer White would join Nancy’s group in their search. The other two officers would take the prisoners to Landsdowne.
The car which they had used belonged to one of the thugs. Riggi ordered that the gas be drained from it, the air let out of the tires, and the key taken so that if the two Indians came back to use it, they would find this impossible.
“What about your car?” Officer Riggi asked Nancy. “The men might steal it.”
“I’ll fix that,” Nancy replied. “There’s a secret switch under the dash that locks the wheels.” She turned it, then locked all the doors.
“And now let’s go,” said Riggi.
He and Officer White looked for footprints of the two escapees. Presently they picked them up and the group quickly went through the pear orchard. At the far end of it stood a cabin which appeared to be abandoned. The police tried the doors and windows. All were locked.
At the top of his voice, Riggi ordered anyone inside to come out at once. No one appeared and there was utter silence.
“I guess we’ll have to force open a window,” Officer White said. He did this and reported that there was no one inside the building.
Meanwhile, Nancy hurried down the stepping stones which led from the rear door of the cabin. At the end of the path, Nancy found what she suspected might be there—four sets of footprints in the dirt beyond.
“Come here, everybody!” she called.
The others hurried to where she was pointing and Officer Riggi said, “Hm! You’re quite a detective.”
Nancy smiled her thanks. “If my friend Ned Nickerson was being held here, I believe those two Indians took him away. Let’s hurry!”
The prints were easy to follow. Everyone was excited. Were they near the end of the search? Dave had just expressed this thought when the footprints ended abruptly at a wide brook.
“Oh dear!” Bess exclaimed. “Now what do we do?”
“I believe,” said Nancy, “that if it was Ned who was here, he would have tried in some way to leave a sign to tell us which direction to take.”
“But how could he if he was a prisoner?” George asked.
Nancy did not answer. She was examining the ground and the trees in the area. Suddenly she cried out, “Here’s a clue on the trunk of this tree.”
“Here’s a clue!” Nancy cried out
Crudely marked but plain enough were the initials SJ. Underneath was an arrow pointing to the left.
“Those aren’t Ned’s initials,” said Dave. “Whose are they?”
The three girls chorused, “Swahili Joe’s.”
Dave shook his head in bewilderment. “I’m more confused than ever. If Ned did this, why would he put Swahili Joe’s initials here instead of his own? And how would he know which way they would head?”
“You’re really asking me a hard one,” said Nancy. “All I can do is guess. When the three men got here, the two Indians tied Ned to this tree while they refreshed themselves in the brook and talked over their plans. Ned felt that it would not be safe to scratch his own initials, but we’d recognize SJ if we were able to follow his clues.”
The two police officers looked at her admiringly. “You know, Miss Drew,” said Riggi, “you ought to be a secret agent.”
“I’d love that,” Nancy said quickly.
“But we wouldn‘t,” Bess spoke up. “You get into enough trouble just being a girl detective.”
The group wasted no more time. Following Nancy’s hunch, they turned in the direction of the arrow and hurried along the brook. The kidnappers they were trying to overtake had apparently walked in the water with Ned because there were no more footprints. The searchers had covered nearly two miles and still had found nothing to indicate where Ned might be now.
Bess said her feet hurt. She had not worn suit able shoes for tramping in the woods and had turned her ankle several times.
“Take off your shoes and walk in your stocking feet,” George suggested. But Bess paid no attention.
Suddenly, just ahead, a stone hunting lodge loomed up. Riggi suggested that Officer White and the two boys surround the building while the girls knocked on the door. No one came to answer,
A feeling of panic overtook Nancy. Ned just had to be in here. She cried out loudly, “Ned! Ned Nickerson! Are you in there?”
She listened intently. No sound came from inside. Finally she shouted again. Then she listened, Her pulse quickened. Had she heard a noise, or were her ears playing tricks on her?
“No, I’m right!” she said aloud. “Listen, everybody!”
There was a muffled cry from inside the building. “Help!”
CHAPTER VI
The Rescue
“IT’s Ned!” Nancy cried. “We must get in at once!”
Officer Riggi ran to her side. “Just a minute. This may be a ruse,” he told her. “We don’t want any more captures. I suggest that you girls stay here. We men will break in and see what’s going on.”
“All right,” Nancy conceded, although she chafed under the restraint.
Bess and George hurried over to her and Bess said, “Oh, I hope it’s Ned and he’s all right!”
The others did not comment. They waited breathlessly as the two policemen forced open a window and climbed into the hunting lodge. In a few seconds the front door opened and Riggi called out, “Come in!”
“You go first,” Burt suggested to Nancy.
She fairly leaped inside. The two officers had just whipped a pillowcase from the head of a bound-up young man lying on the floor, his face pale, his dark, wavy hair disheveled.
“Ned!” Nancy cried and ran to his side.
“Boy, am I glad to see you all,” he murmured weakly. Then he grinned. “I sure could use something to eat. Anybody bring along lunch?” This broke the long tension over Ned’s absence.
The others burst into laughter and helped him to his feet. In a moment Ned’s hands, which had been tied behind his back, were freed and his ankles unbound. He wavered a little as he tried to walk but Nancy supported him until he regained his equilibrium.
Bess opened her large handbag and brought out a box of crackers and a candy bar. She gave them to Ned, saying, “I always carry a little snack for emergency. I guess this is an emergency.” She looked sideways at George as if expecting to be either teased or chided about her penchant for snacks, but her cousin said nothing.
“As soon as you feel like talking, Ned,” said Officer White, “tell us what happened.”
“But please make it snappy,” Riggi added. “Your kidnappers will probably be back. It would be best if all you young people are away from here before their return.”
It did not take Ned long to tell his story. He had been walking across the Emerson campus toward the library when a car with two men in it had stopped and the dark-complexioned driver had asked directions to the main gate.
“I walked over to tell them and a moment later a handkerchief with something sweet-smelling was put under my nose. The next thing I knew I woke up in a cabin.”
Ned said that when he awakened, a tall well-built African black was standing over him. “He spoke very little English and said that his language was Swahili. He told me to call him Joe.”
“Swahili Joe!” Nancy murmured excitedly to herself.
Ned quickly continued. “Joe was my guard and evidently felt he could manage me without my being bound up, so I wasn’t tied and could walk around.”
Ned grinned. “I didn’t test his strength, but I did keep alert for some chance to escape. I discovered that there was a telephone in the cabin and once when Joe turned his back, I lifted the receiver to see if it was connected. There was a dial tone and this gave me the idea of trying to get in touch with you people.”
Ned went on to say that while waiting for a chance to call, he figured out the latitude and longitude of the cabin’s location by a mountain he could see in the distance. “It’s where we go skiing sometimes.”
“Nancy broke the 4182 code,” Bess spoke up proudly.
Smiling his thanks, Ned continued his story. Joe had told him he was going outside for a minute, but that if Ned tried to escape he would get a good beating.
“So I didn’t try it. Instead I dialed the number of our fraternity house. By the time you fellows came on the wire, I could hear Joe coming back, so I talked as fast as I could and hung up. Joe never suspected what I had done, because I was across the room by the time he came inside.”
“Very clever,” Officer Riggi put in. “And now I think you young folks should leave. White and I will stay here. Just two more questions before you go, though. Ned, do you know who your abductors were and what was the reason for the kidnapping?”
“I can answer your first question in the affirmative. My two abductors were a father and son from Mombasa, Africa. They are Indians. The father is Dhan, the son is named Jahan. They never talked so I have no idea why they kidnapped me. What little information I picked up about them came from Joe. I’m sure Nancy’s involved, though, because Jahan and Dhan raced in and said you were coming. So the men moved me here.”
By this time Ned had finished the box of crackers and eaten the candy bar. He declared he felt a hundred per cent better and would like to get back to Emerson. “I hope the dean will let me take the exam I missed. I’d hate to flunk the course.”
Officer Riggi smiled. “If you have any trouble convincing him, just let me know.”
“Thanks,” said Ned.
After glasses of delicious water from a well just outside the lodge, the six young people started their trek back along the brook, past the cabin where Ned had first been taken, and on through the pear orchard to the road. By this time it was dusk. Fortunately the shots fired at the tires on Nancy’s car had not punctured them. She slid behind the wheel while the others climbed in.
“I hope I can find my way back to Emerson,” she said. “Ned, what’s the latitude and longitude of your fraternity house?”
The others laughed. They knew that Nancy had a sixth sense for direction and did not need any instruction.
Silence had fallen over the group when Nancy spoke up. “Well, one mysterious disappearance solved.”
“One? How many are there?” Bess asked.
“Have you been keeping something from us, Miss Drew?” George put in.
Nancy’s friends had quickly discerned from the tone of her voice that there was indeed more mystery in the wind!
The girl detective revealed the curious story of the two spider sapphires and a definite connection between that mystery and Ned’s kidnapping.
“You mean, in other words, that our African holiday is going to be a really hot one!” Ned quipped.
Nancy merely smiled. It was dark by the time they reached the Longview MoteL Ned immediately telephoned his parents and told of the rescue. Nancy in turn called her father and asked him to notify the Faynes and Marvins.
When Nancy and Ned rejoined the others, Bess said, “I hope the dining room is still open. It’s been a long time since lunch.”
To their relief, dinner was still being served. “I’ll have roast turkey with all the trimmings,” Bess announced as they sat down.
When they had finished dessert, Ned remarked, “This day certainly didn’t turn out the way I planned. There’s a concert tonight at the university and a reception afterward for the soloist. She’s an African black by the name of Madame Lilia Bulawaya. I understand she has a marvelous voice.” He looked at his wrist watch. “Would you girls like to go? We’d be late but we could hear part of the concert.”
Nancy asked, “Do you feel up to it, Ned?”
“Of course. Let’s go! I guess you girls will want to change your clothes. Suppose we fellows go back to the fraternity house and make ourselves presentable. May I borrow your car, Nancy?”
“Go ahead. We’ll be ready by the time you get back.”
Nancy was dressed before the boys returned and put in a telephone call to State Police headquarters near Landsdowne. The officer who answered said he had little to report. The two prisoners had refused to talk. Jahan and Dhan had not appeared at the hunting lodge yet.
“We did get one little clue,” the officer stated. “Our men found a letter on the floor of the prisoners’ car. It was written to ‘Dear Joe,’ post-marked Mombasa, and was in Swahili. Unfortunately there was no return address and no signature.”
“So the strong man was probably from Mombasa!” Nancy thought. Aloud she said, “Thank you for the information.”
By this time the boys had arrived. Nancy quickly told them about the police report, then the young people set off for the concert. Madame Lilia Bulawaya was an outstanding performer. Not only was her voice sweet but she had a charming personality.
In her repertoire were several delightful songs in Swahili. She announced that she was singing these in honor of the Emerson student safari to Africa. When she finished, the applause was thunderous.
“Isn’t she lovely?” Nancy said. “I’m so glad we’ll have a chance to meet her later.”
When the concert was over, there was a long reception line. On it were Professor and Mrs. Stanley who were to head the safari.
While Nancy stood in line waiting, she began to hum one of the Swahili songs. When she was introduced to Madame Bulawaya, the woman’s eyes sparkled. “Didn’t I hear you humming one of the songs I sang?”
Nancy nodded. “It is lovely. What do the words mean?”
“It’s a lullaby. My mother used to sing it to us children. Would you like to learn the words?”
“Indeed I would,” Nancy answered.
“Then as soon as I have met everyone, I will teach them to you,” the singer said. “I’ll meet you at that table where the bouquet of carnations is.”
She turned to shake hands with the next person in line and Nancy moved off. She was thrilled by Madame Bulawaya’s offer and waited for the singer to come. It was not long.
“Shall we first hum the melody together?” the woman asked.
Nancy was embarrassed but followed the suggestion.
“You have a very sweet voice and well-suited to singing in Swahili,” Madame Bulawaya said. “You probably noticed that the language has a soft, musical quality.”
It did not take long to learn the strange words of the lullaby. Nancy sang it softly phrase by phrase after Madame Bulawaya. Then the artist asked her to try it all the way through alone.
Nancy did so and the woman smiled. “You are an apt pupil,” she said. “Now let us sing it together.”
Nancy looked at Madame Bulawaya in astonishment. She was to sing the song with this great artist!
As she demurred, George spoke up. “Go ahead, Nancy. You can do it.”
Madame Bulawaya smiled. “Of course you can.”
She began singing and nodded for Nancy to make a duet of it. Finally she did and this time the voices were loud enough to be heard throughout the reception room. At the end everyone clapped and Nancy’s face turned red with embarrassment.
Ned came dashing across the room. “That was great,” he said. “Thank you so much, Madame Bulawaya, for teaching the song to Nancy. Now when we go to Africa, we’ll get her to sing it once in a while.”
Nancy laughed. “You’ll do nothing of the kind,” she told him. “I might just sing it for the six of us, but don’t you ever dare ask me to do it in public!”
Ned merely grinned and made no comment. Bess spoke up and told the singer that Nancy had many talents. “She’s a marvelous detective along with other things.”
Madame Bulawaya looked amazed. “A detective? Then maybe you would do something for me while you’re in Africa.”
“I’ll do anything I can,” Nancy replied. “What is it you wish?”
Sadly the woman said that the song Nancy had learned was a favorite of a brother of hers named Tizam. “Once in a while he acted as a guide on a safari. About a year ago he took some white tourists from the United States into lion country. Tizam suddenly disappeared and the others thought he had been attacked and killed by a lioness.”
“How dreadful!” said Nancy.
“Recently,” Madame Bulawaya went on, “I had a dream that my brother is still alive. I’m making this concert tour to get enough money to send an expedition out to find him.”
She turned pleading eyes to Nancy and her friends. “Perhaps you can pick up a clue. I would be eternally grateful to you if you could find Tizam.”
CHAPTER VII
A Warning
“I’LL do all I can to find your brother,” Nancy assured Madame Bulawaya.
“Oh, thank you,” the singer replied.
“Where did Tizam’s safari start from?” Nancy asked.
“Nairobi.”
Nancy told the woman this would be the first stop in her safari and she would make some inquiries. Madame Bulawaya gave a description of her brother. He was tall, slender, and very dark. The singer smiled. “He has a lovely smile. I miss him very much and wish you the best of luck in finding him for me.”
In a short time the reception ended and good-bys were said to Madame Bulawaya. The boys escorted Nancy and her friends to the Longview Motel. Ned said that he had been in touch with the dean about the exam he had missed that morning. He had obtained permission to take it the following afternoon.
“In the meantime I’ll have to catch a little shut-eye and do some heavy studying.”
Nancy told him that the three girls would leave early the next morning. “We’ll meet you boys at Kennedy Airport in New York two hours before take-off time.”
“Perfect! We’ll be seeing you day after tomorrow!”
Ned, Burt, and Dave departed and the girls went to bed. They were up early the following day and were among the first diners in the restaurant. Before leaving for River Heights, Nancy telephoned State Police headquarters near Landsdowne again.
“I want to find out if there is any news of Jahan and Dhan.”
The report was discouraging. The two kidnappers had not returned to the hunting lodge and the man called Swahili Joe had not been there either.