Books with title The Secret of Sigma Seven

The aliens are invading! No, they're not from another galaxy. They're not even from Mars. They're from Hollywood! A science fiction convention has come to Bayport, and movie director Simon Devoreaux has lost his billion-dollar baby—the film of his latest blockbuster has disappeared before his eyes. The Hardy boys are out to find the film before it’s too late!

Everyone at Singer, a boarding school for underprivileged kids, knows the urban legend of the Society of Seven. Nearly two decades ago, the original members of this exclusive guild murdered the school’s founder and then perished in the fire they’d lit to hide the evidence. Or so the story goes. Talan Michaels doesn’t care about Singer’s past, however. He’s too focused on his future and the fact that he’ll be homeless after he graduates in May. To take his mind off things, he accepts a mysterious invitation to join a group calling itself “the Sevens.” He expects pranks, parties, and perks. Instead, he finds himself neck-deep in a conspiracy involving secret passages and cryptic riddles about the school’s history. Even worse, he’s now tangled in a web of lies, and in a plot that someone will kill to keep hidden. Praise:“A satisfying read for secret-society fanatics and romantics alike.”―Kirkus Reviews "Conspiracy, loyalty, secrets, oaths, lies, and riddles flourish, making this the perfect book for readers who love to untangle mysteries by puzzling it out."―Booklist "This book has enough mystery and intrigue to attract readers."―School Library Connection

This is a classic story by legendary writer William Le Queux, the father of the British suspense novel. Set in a world of international intrigues, Le Queux books are perfect for lovers of mysteries, thrillers and detective stories.An excerpt from The Seven Secrets:CHAPTER I.INTRODUCES AMBLER JEVONS."Ah! You don't take the matter at all seriously!" I observed, a trifle annoyed."Why should I?" asked my friend, Ambler Jevons, with a deep pull at his well-coloured briar. "What you've told me shows quite plainly that you have in the first place viewed one little circumstance with suspicion, then brooded over it until it has become magnified and now occupies your whole mind. Take my advice, old chap, and think nothing more about it. Why should you make yourself miserable for no earthly reason? You're a rising man -- hard up like most of us -- but under old Eyton's wing you've got a brilliant future before you. Unlike myself, a mere nobody, struggling against the tide of adversity, you're already a long way up the medical ladder. If you climb straight you'll end with an appointment of Physician-in-Ordinary and a knighthood thrown in as makeweight. Old Macalister used to prophesy it, you remember, when we were up at Edinburgh. Therefore, I can't, for the life of me, discover any cause why you should allow yourself to have these touches of the blues -- unless it's liver, or some other internal organ about which you know a lot more than I do. Why, man, you've got the whole world before you, and as for Ethelwynn -- -- ""Ethelwynn!" I ejaculated, starting up from my chair. "Leave her out of the question! We need not discuss her," and I walked to the mantelshelf to light a fresh cigarette."As you wish, my dear fellow," said my merry, easy-going friend. "I merely wish to point out the utter folly of all this suspicion.""I don't suspect her," I snapped."I didn't suggest that." Then, after a pause during which he smoked on vigorously, he suddenly asked, "Well now, be frank, Ralph, whom do you really suspect?"I was silent. Truth to tell, his question entirely nonplussed me. I had suspicions -- distinct suspicions -- that certain persons surrounding me were acting in accord towards some sinister end, but which of those persons were culpable I certainly could not determine. It was that very circumstance which was puzzling me to the point of distraction."Ah!" I replied. "That's the worst of it. I know that the whole affair seems quite absurd, but I must admit that I can't fix suspicion upon anyone in particular."Jevons laughed outright."In that case, my dear Boyd, you ought really to see the folly of the thing.""Perhaps I ought, but I don't," I answered, facing him with my back to the fire. "To you, my most intimate friend, I've explained, in strictest confidence, the matter which is puzzling me. I live in hourly dread of some catastrophe the nature of which I'm utterly at a loss to determine. Can you define intuition?"