Nancy Drew Files – Case 95 – An Instinct for Trouble

Nancy Drew Files – Case 95 – An Instinct for Trouble

Nancy Drew Files – Case 95 – An Instinct for Trouble

Chapter One

Nancy!” Bess Marvin exclaimed. “Listen

-that’s Randy Dean’s new song, ‘Lonely Wil-

derness.’ ” She leaned forward and turned up

the volume on the car radio, then rolled down

her window.

And the trees sway against the blue, blue sky.

But there’s danger lurking nearby.

Yes, danger nearby.

“It’s like it was meant for us,” Bess said

when the song ended. “I mean, here we are,

with the trees swaying against the blue sky.”

Nancy Drew brushed a lock of shoulder-

length, reddish blond hair off her face. “Let’s

hope there’s no danger lurking nearby.”

“These mountains and forest are gorgeous,”

Bess said. “And Yellowstone is supposed to be

even better-one of the most beautiful places

on earth.”

It was a cool, crisp Wednesday in early May.

That morning Nancy and Bess had flown from

their hometown of River Heights to Jack-

son, Wyoming, where they had rented a car

for the drive north to Yellowstone National


“George would love this,” Nancy com-

mented as they passed a grove of aspen trees.

“Too bad she couldn’t come.” George Fayne,

Bess’s cousin, had been forced to pass up the

trip because of a long-planned visit to friends

in Boston.

“Bet you can’t wait to see Ned,” Bess said.

Nancy smiled broadly. Her boyfriend was

one of a small group of Emerson College

students who had been camping in Yellow-

stone for three weeks, studying the habits of

the yellow-bellied marmot, a small, furry

mammal common in the park. “I do miss him.

I just wish it hadn’t taken an emergency to get

us together.”

“Who was it who got hurt again?” Bess


“A graduate student named Brad Keeler,”

Nancy replied. “He was badly burned when a

propane stove exploded the night before last,

and Ned doesn’t think it was an accident.”

“Because all those marmot traps were sto-

len, right?” Bess said.

“Right. Over the last couple of weeks about

four dozen traps have disappeared. It hap-

pened gradually, and no one realized they were

missing because they were stored in several

different places,” Nancy explained. “But Brad

finally noticed and was starting to look into it

before that stove blew up in his face.”

“How awful!” Bess exclaimed. “What was

the study group doing with the traps, any-


“They used them to catch the marmots last

fall so they could attach transmitters to the

animals,” Nancy said. “That’s how the Emer-

son people keep track of the marmots’ move-


“Neat,” Bess said. “But why would anyone

want the traps?”

“Ned thinks someone is planning to trap

marmots with them and smuggle them out of

the park, which is totally illegal,” Nancy an-


“But he doesn’t have any proof, so he called

you, since you happen to be not only the love

of his life but also an incredible detective,”

“Thanks for the compliment, but I’m really

worried about this case. This phase of the

Emerson study ends on Saturday. Ned says

that if any marmots vanish between now and

then, the study could be blamed. The third

phase of the project scheduled for this summer

would be canceled, and all the college’s work

would go down the drain.” Nancy sighed.

“Ned’s really upset.”

“You don’t think that someone from the

Emerson group could be involved, do you?”

“I’d hate to think it. But we’ve got to check,”

Nancy said solemnly as they passed a sign that

said South Entrance, Yellowstone National


Tall, slender lodgepole pines lined the road

on either side, their tangy scent filling the car.

The trees were so thick in some places that it

was like driving through a tunnel.

“I can’t wait to see the yellow-bellied mar-

mots,” Bess said.

Nancy grinned. “Ned said they look like

chubby, overgrown chipmunks, only with yel-

low undersides, which is how they got their

name. But most people call them whistling

marmots, because they communicate by mak-

ing high-pitched sounds.”

“They sound cute-” Bess began but

stopped abruptly.

A herd of brown elk appeared from among

the trees on the right.

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