scription inside.”
Tears filled Juliana’s eyes as she read, ‘”To
my Cinderella.’ I’ll wear the ring always in mem-
ory of Walt,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“Oh, Nancy, my dear friend-and Mr. Drew, and
Bess and George, and Lieutenant Masters, also my
dear friends-you’ve made me very, very happy.”
The young detective smiled, glad that every-
thing had worked out so successfully. Her gaze
wandered along the stately cloister of Heath Cas-
tle. With the afternoon sun sinking low, the
shadowy passageway had never looked more beau-
tiful.
It was peaceful and quiet, and nothing was fur-
ther from Nancy’s thoughts than a new mystery.
Yet in a short time she would be working on an-
other exciting case called, Mystery of the Tolling
Bell.
“Don’t thank me for helping you, Juliana,” she
said earnestly, taking the woman’s hand. “Thank
the crumbling walls. They contained the clues
that brought you here. To me Heath Castle will
always remain a symbol of mystery and romance.”