Mystery of Crocodile Island - Carolyn Keene [15]
“Only the first one.”
By this time Mr. Gonzales and Nancy had finished eating. They left the table and walked to the entrance. The clerk at the desk called a taxi for Nancy. While waiting for it to arrive, she told Mr. Gonzales how much she had enjoyed talking with him.
“Now I’ll work harder to solve your mystery.”
“You’ve made a very good start,” he said, patting her on one shoulder. “From here on I’ll make calls only from the club or a public phone booth.”
Nancy rode off to the Cosgrove home. When she arrived, the couple was alone with Bess.
“George and Danny went out in the borrowed boat,” Bess said. “I thought they’d be back by now.”
“They may have hit low tide,” Mr. Cosgrove said. “Nancy, tell us how your luncheon date was. Did you get to the club all right?”
“I did, only someone else got there before me,” Nancy said, and gave full details about the impostor.
“Incredible!” Mrs. Cosgrove burst out. “Just think of the nerve of that young lady, pretending to be you!”
“I don’t like the whole thing,” Mr. Cosgrove added. “These people are obviously very clever and don’t shy away from anything underhanded.”
“We’ll be careful,” Nancy said.
When Danny and George had not returned two hours later, she began to worry.
“Did they have another encounter with The Whisper?” she wondered.
CHAPTER VII
Sea Detectives
MRS. Cosgrove realized that Nancy was concerned, and tried to cheer her up. “Look, Danny is a very reliable boatman,” she said. “They could have become stuck during low tide. Instead of sitting here and waiting, why don’t we all go to see a friend of mine? She has a little private zoo, which I’m sure you would enjoy.”
“That sounds great,” Nancy said. “But before we leave, do you mind if I phone the Coast Guard and ask if they’ve had a report of an accident?”
“Of course not,” Mrs. Cosgrove said. “Go ahead.”
Nancy learned that no trouble had been reported and felt better.
“I’ll stay here and wait for George and Danny,” Mr. Cosgrove said. “You enjoy yourselves.”
Mrs. Cosgrove drove her guests along the waterfront until they came to a large estate. She pulled in, stopped at the front door, and rang the bell. To her disappointment she was told by the woman who answered that her friend, Mrs. Easton, was away for the day, and so was the animal trainer.
“I’d like to show my visitors from the North your zoo,” Mrs. Cosgrove said. “Is it all right?”
“Yes, indeed,” the woman replied. “Go ahead. You’ll probably meet Eric, our gamekeeper. He’ll show you around.”
The man was not in sight. Mrs. Cosgrove, who had been to the estate many times, drove on. She told the girls a bit about the birds, turtles, and snakes that were in large covered cages.
“That flamingo is gorgeous!” Bess exclaimed, watching the long-legged creature with the pink feathers and dignified-looking head walk daintily across a fenced-in lawn. In the center was a pooL
Mrs. Cosgrove pointed out an enormous turtle and remarked, “They live to a very old age. I’ve heard of some that had dates carved on their backs showing they were a hundred and twenty-five years old!”
In another wire-mesh enclosure were a variety of snakes.
“I’m not going to look at them!” Bess declared. “They give me the creeps.”
Mrs. Cosgrove laughed. “If you lived in Florida, you’d have to get used to snakes. We have all kinds and sizes. Some are beautiful, and all are very graceful.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” Bess said and was glad when Mrs. Cosgrove passed the snake pen and stopped the car some distance away. She and the girls got out and walked to a spot directly on the bay. Here there was a large enclosure, part of it extending into the bay.
“A pair of crocodiles,” Mrs. Cosgrove said, resting her elbows on the cement fencing.
As the onlookers watched, one of the reptiles got up and walked into the water. At the same time Nancy spotted a canoe being paddled under the overhanging mangrove trees along the shore. In it were three boys. Without warning, one threw a large piece of coral rock at the reptile. Fortunately it missed.
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