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Example in this ebook.CHAPTER IThe Skybird Hops OffWith a loud sputtering roar, something like Terry Mapes’ own feelings at that moment, Skybird, her little blue-and-gold airplane sprang forward and taxied over the flying field, taking the air gracefully as a leaping horse, under the guidance of its youthful pilot.Terry Mapes was working off steam. Half angry, half frightened, the girl knew that a flight in her plane was the quickest way to get hold of her nerves and make her head clear for thinking what was to be done.“Those boys!” she muttered between close-pressed lips. “What’s happened to them now? Starting out for a flight to Paris and not even getting to Newfoundland!”Over and over again that terrifying report, “Missing,” kept ringing in her ears. Allan and Syd missing! She could picture a crack-up easily for the two boys. While they knew how to handle their planes skilfully, they were inclined to be reckless and were always taking chances.Pulling back on the stick, Terry sent the plane zooming, one thousand feet, two thousand! Far beneath her she could see her father’s flying field at Elmwood, and from that distance it looked as if the hangars had been flattened against the ground. Beyond was the Sound, a broad strip of water with what appeared to be toy boats on its glassy smooth surface.Far to the right were estates, wooded tracts of land, small towns and villages connected by tiny thread-like highways to the large city in the distance.Terry loved to fly. She was never so happy as when she was zooming to a lofty height. Her brown eyes were glowing, her ivory skin was flushed to rose as she handled the controls of her little plane. Terry claimed that the higher she flew above the earth, the better she could think and plan. But today Terry’s brain was in a whirl. She could think of a dozen different kinds of accidents, any one of which might have happened to the boys.Allan Graham and Syd Ames had started out on the first lap of their transatlantic flight. They had been reported all along the route until well over the Canadian border. Then they had disappeared, been swallowed up.And at Dick Mapes Flying Field, their friends anxiously awaited word.Twelve hours overdue at Harbor Grace!Then it was that Terry took her plane into the clouds to think out a way to help. What could she do?Her white face told how much she cared for those two young friends, her father’s first student flyers. At the thought that there might be two more names added to the long list of missing aviators, Terry’s heart sank with fear. She could see Allan’s tall figure, his clear blue eyes and his thatch of unruly blond hair. Terry never knew how dear Allan was to her until that report had come, “Missing!” And Syd Ames had been like a brother to her. She liked this boy with the laughing brown eyes. His fun-loving disposition had saved them from utter despair at times, when everything was going wrong. A groan escaped Terry’s lips as she thought of these boys who might at that very moment be lying crushed and needing help.But Terry had not come aloft to moan over the imaginary fate of her friends. She knew they must have had an accident or they would have reached the airport long before this. They might be injured.What could she do?What would her father, Dick Mapes, have done if he had not been crippled and left helpless by a fall in his plane, two years ago?“Why Dad would go out and find them!” she exclaimed to herself. “And that’s what I’ll do. I’ll go to Newfoundland and look for them.”To be continue in this ebook.

Example in this ebookCHAPTER ONE The Man of MysteryThe high pitched drone of a wasp engine sounded over the municipal field at Atkinson and Tim Murphy, famous flying reporter of the Atkinson News, poked a grease-smudged face out from behind the cowling of a trim biplane and squinted skyward. Against the brilliant sky of the late summer afternoon was the outline of one of the new high speed transports of the Red Arrow Transcontinental Air Express Company.The Day Express, Chicago to the west coast, was swinging around, preparatory to landing on the smooth, crushed-rock runway. Tim watched with appreciative eyes. The new transports, capable of winging their way from coast to coast at better than three miles a minute, always fascinated him. He envied the trim, clear-eyed young chaps who sat at the controls while they in turn would have been willing to exchange their daily routine for the adventurous news assignments which often came Tim’s way.The twin motors, mounted in nacelles projecting from the sturdy wing, idled as the ship drifted downward to touch lightly on the runway and roll smoothly toward the main hangar.“Star gazing again?” asked a quiet voice at Tim’s elbow.The flying reporter turned quickly. Carl Hunter, manager of the airport, was beside him.“I always get a thrill watching those high speeds come in. There’s something in it that gets into my blood and makes it tingle.”“They’re the finest transport planes in the world,” nodded Hunter.“I’d like to fly one of them,” mused Tim.Hunter looked at Tim shrewdly. The flying reporter was slender but his muscles were like tensed steel. His blue eyes were clear and unwavering. There was a pleasant twist to his lips but from experience the field manager knew that they could snap into an uncompromising line of determination.“I’ll get you a job on the Transcontinental any day you want one,” he said. “Come over to my office and fill out the application blank.”“That would mean leaving the News,” said Tim. Then, as Hunter grinned broadly, he added, “I guess the smell of printer’s ink is stronger than the call of the skyways. I’m a reporter first and a flyer second.”“I wouldn’t rank either of your abilities ahead of the other. You’re first class at both.”“Thanks, Carl. That reminds me. Have one of the boys finish up this job. Give all of the plugs a good cleaning. I’d almost forgotten I’ve got another column to write for my department in tomorrow’s paper.”“I’ll make out a work ticket right away.”Tim slipped out of his jumper and followed the field manager toward the main hangar. The usual crowd of curious people was lined up inside the ropes to watch the passengers as they disembarked. Tim, always on the lookout, scanned them as they came down the steps from the plane.Two attractive girls were first. They looked as though they might be movie actresses. He’d check the passenger list with the stewardess to make sure. An actress was always worth a paragraph or two.The last man to leave the ship drew Tim’s attention. There was something vaguely familiar in the carriage of the head and the set of the jaw.The stewardess came by and Tim hailed her. “Who’s the tall, well-built fellow in the gray suit?” he asked.The girl scanned the passenger list.“Sorry, I can’t tell you. He isn’t listed.”“What do you mean by that? Is he traveling on a pass?”“Hardly. I collected his fare in Chicago and he’s getting off here.”“Then you must know his name.”“He didn’t give me his name and instructions from the general manager were to do as he directed so I’ve listed him on my seat chart as ‘Mr. Seven.’ That’s the chair he occupied on the trip out.”To be continue in this ebook..................................................................................

Penny Nichols' father is a private detective frequently called upon by the police for help on their cases. Penny, herself, a mid-teenager, has the curiosity and investigative intelligence, both to see and solve mysteries almost on a par with her elders. The setting here, is a small community, in which her father has rented a cabin for both of them (no mother nor siblings). Before they have time to settle in, mysterious things begin to happen. Both her father and Penny soon have their hands full of puzzles, requiring their efforts, to be unraveled.

Penny Nichols is the daughter of Christopher Nichols, a successful detective. Mr. Nichols often scoffs at Penny's ideas, but when Penny is proved to be right, Mr. Nichols has to admit that Penny has the makings of a good detective. Penny's best friend is Susan Altman, and Susan usually accompanies Penny in her adventures. Penny's generosity and unbounded friendliness earn her an instant friend in Rosanna Winters, a young lady in need of advice. Rosanna has inherited the property of her late uncle, Jacob Winters, and must inspect the estate at her earliest convenience. Penny suspects that Rosanna may be the victim of a hoax. Nevertheless, Penny agrees to accompany Rosanna to the Winters home. Upon their arrival, the girls discover two additional claimants to the estate, each of whom with a letter from Mr. Winters' lawyer! Most troubling, Rosanna's letter has disappeared, leaving her no claim! Can Penny help Rosanna, and find out the truth?