Let’s Talk Terror by Carolyn Keene Page B

short, dark-skinned mandressed in a blue shirt and black pants. “Hi, Lieutenant Dunne,” Nancy called.
    â€œOh, hi, everyone,” he said, walking up to the three girls. “Meet Eddie McCormack. He’s setting up phone taps. If any more phone threats come in, we can trace the call and get the voice on tape. Come on, Eddie, let’s check with the front switchboard.”
    â€œLieutenant Dunne,” Nancy said, stopping him. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
    â€œIf it’s about that marker, I don’t know a thing yet,” he said. “The lab is a little backed up. I should hear something by tomorrow morning.”
    â€œIt’s not about that,” Nancy explained.
    The lieutenant sighed a little impatiently and leaned against the wall.
    â€œThere was a break-in at Susan’s apartment last night, the place where George and I are staying.”
    Lieutenant Dunne became instantly alert. “What did they take? Why didn’t you call right away?”
    â€œIt’s not what they took,” Nancy said. “It’s what they left—a broken mirror and a note warning me off the case.”
    â€œShook you up a little, huh?” he said.
    Nancy smiled. “Not exactly, but you might want to send someone over there to dust for prints. If there are any, they’d be on the terracedoor. You can get the key from George or Susan.”
    â€œYeah, well, I might just do that,” the lieutenant replied, taking out his notepad and making a note. Then he stood up straight and stuck his pen behind his ear. “I guess I don’t have to tell you to be careful. I mean, a famous detective like you.”
    There was a touch of humor in his voice, which Nancy noted.
    â€œJust keep in touch, you hear?” Then he headed off in the direction of the switchboard.
    â€œTen minutes to show time,” Susan said from behind Nancy. “Here are your tickets, guys. Enjoy Dr. Helen.”
    Nancy and George headed toward the studio, and on the way saw Brenda and Dee talking in one of the offices. Nancy poked her head in. “Excuse me, you two,” she said apologetically. “I know it’s almost show time, but I have a couple of important questions. Do you have a second?”
    Brenda checked her watch. “A second,” she said tentatively, “but that’s about it.”
    â€œI understand Susan told you about me before I got here. Did either of you repeat that information to anybody?”
    Brenda and Dee shared a guilty glance. “Well, we talked about it with Ginger, actually. You know how hard it is to keep a secret,” Brenda said.
    â€œAnd I think I told Midge,” Dee confessed. “I knew I shouldn’t tell her, but somehow she wormed it out of me.”
    â€œThanks for your time,” Nancy said. “And one other thing, do either of you know anyone in Stern Productions who might have something against Marcy?”
    Brenda shook her head. “Lieutenant Dunne asked me the same thing yesterday afternoon. But, no—everyone here is nuts about Marcy.”
    â€œThat’s right,” Dee agreed. “We all love her to pieces.”
    â€œEven Jack Cole?” Nancy prodded.
    â€œEspecially Jack,” Dee said with a little laugh. “He’s got a crush on her, if you ask me. They go way back. It’s like he’s appointed himself her watchdog or something. Always looking out for her. Why would he do anything to hurt her?”
    â€œWell, the other day, he seemed a little annoyed with her,” Nancy said. “He called her Queen Marcy, for one thing.”
    â€œOh, that’s just his sense of humor,” Brenda explained. “He’s a little strange that way. But he cares about her a lot.”
    â€œWell, thanks,” Nancy told them. “I don’t want to keep you any longer. Have a great show. Come on, George.” With a wave, Nancy led George into the studio where