Read The Nutcracker Ballet Mystery Online
Authors: Carolyn Keene
Madame Dugrand stretched gracefully across her desk
to answer it.
After a moment of listening, Madame Dugrand
slammed down the phone. “What will be next?” she
exclaimed, throwing up her hands. “That was the
printer. Someone canceled our Nutcracker programs
earlier this week! Now the shop can’t promise them on
time!”
“That’s awful!” Nancy tried to console the directress.
“Look, please don’t worry about the ornaments,
Madame. I’ll take care of them. And somehow we’ll
make sure this show is a success.”
Explaining that she’d suddenly gotten an idea where
the ornaments might be, Nancy hurried back to the
prop room and retrieved her purse.
Fifteen minutes later, she drove up the circular
drive in front of Rebecca Farnsworth’s estate. The
wealthy widow was involved in numerous charities in
and around River Heights and was an outspoken
patron of the arts as well.
Nancy rang the bell. Surprisingly, Mrs. Farnsworth
herself came to the door.
“Hello, Mrs. Farnsworth,” Nancy said. “I’m Nancy
Drew.”
The silver-haired woman smiled. “Why, yes. You’re
Carson Drew’s daughter. Come in, my dear.”
As she shut the heavy door, Mrs. Farnsworth
inquired, “How is your father, Nancy?”
“He’s fine, thank you,” Nancy said politely. She
wiped her snowy shoes on the mat and followed Mrs.
Farnsworth into a huge, marble-tiled foyer.
Then Nancy decided to get right down to business.
“I’m helping organize the props for The Nutcracker
Ballet, and I came to pick up the ornaments you
offered to lend the school.”
Mrs. Farnsworth’s eyebrows knitted together. “My
chauffeur delivered those ornaments last Tuesday,” she
said, frowning. “He told me he handed them right to
Marjorie Patterson.”
“Oh, good,” Nancy said with a big smile. “I’m sure
Mrs. Patterson put them in a safe place,” she added
quickly, not wanting Mrs. Farnsworth to know that the
ornaments had disappeared.
Mrs. Farnsworth nodded. “I hope so. If anything
should happen to those ornaments, I don’t know
what—”
“Oh, I’m sure they’re very safe,” Nancy fibbed,
walking back toward the front door. “I’m terribly sorry
I bothered you. And thanks again.” She let herself out
before Mrs. Farnsworth could say anything more.
Nancy pulled into the dance academy lot just as
George drove up.
“Am I ever glad to see you,” Nancy said.
“What’s up?” George asked. “You look worried.”
As the girls walked to the entrance, Nancy filled
George in on the missing ornaments. “And all this
means if Mrs. Patterson doesn’t have them, we’re in
big trouble,” Nancy concluded.
Using the pay phone in the hall, Nancy called the
Patterson’s house. Mrs. Patterson’s answer made
Nancy’s heart sink.
“She said they’re in the box inside the sled,” Nancy
told George when she’d hung up. “But there isn’t any
box in the sled.”
George took off her coat and started down the hall.
“Maybe you just overlooked it,” she called over her
shoulder.
An hour later, there were still no ornaments in sight.
“This is just great,” Nancy said with a sigh as she sat
back on her heels. George was kneeling beside her.
The two of them were surrounded by open boxes full
of props. “I have a hunch that whoever canceled the
programs took the ornaments, too,” Nancy said.
George shook her head. “Probably the same person
who set off the fire alarm and loosened the
demonstration barre in studio A.”
“It does seem as if all these disasters are happening
too close together not to be related,” Nancy said.
“You still think it could be Lawrence and Darci?”
Nancy sighed again. “I wish I knew.”
Just then, the girls heard tinkly Nutcracker music
floating through the prop room’s open door.
“Maybe we should take a break,” George said.
With a nod, Nancy stood up. “You read my mind.”
When they reached studio A, Nancy slowly opened the
door.
Lawrence and Shana were alone in the studio. A
tape recorder on the piano was playing music from the
Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy.
As Nancy watched the two dancers, she almost
forgot the harsh words she’d overheard Lawrence utter
about Shana at Yogurt Heaven. The two dancers were
rehearsing the romantic pas de deux from The
Nutcracker.
Shana was supported against Lawrence’s arm.
Dipping back, she arched her arms gracefully over her
head. Then Lawrence spun Shana around, and with
both hands on her waist, began to lift her high into the
air. But the romantic mood disappeared when
Lawrence suddenly lost his balance. Shana sailed
backward over his head, a look of horror on her face!
Shana screamed as she flew over Lawrence’s head
toward the wooden floor.
“Oh, no!” George gasped, rushing with Nancy into
the studio.
At the last second, Lawrence lurched forward and
pulled Shana down to his shoulders. Her weight threw
him sideways and he staggered. Then, finally getting
his balance, he lowered her in front of him, setting her
awkwardly on her feet.
“Are you all right?” he said. Lawrence’s face was
flushed, and his eyes were full of concern.
Angrily, Shana pulled away from him. “You klutz! I
could have broken my neck!”
Nancy and George stopped short. Nancy was close
enough to see Lawrence’s expression of concern turn
into one of startled annoyance.
“If that’s all the thanks I get for saving you, maybe I
should have dropped you,” Lawrence retorted.
“Saving me! That’s a laugh,” Shana declared. “Nancy
and George are witnesses to the fact that you
deliberately dropped me. Right?” Hands on her hips,
Shana turned toward the two girls.
“Witness to what?” Lawrence laughed sarcastically
before Nancy or George could answer. “To your own
clumsiness? Who are these two friends of yours,
anyway? And why are they hanging around the school
like they belong here?”
“Leave them out of this,” Shana snapped. Taking a
step toward Lawrence, she poked him in the chest with
her index finger. “You’re just trying to avoid the fact
that your hands weren’t in the right place on my waist.”
“No way.” Lawrence moved closer, towering over
Shana. “You were wiggling like a nervous worm. I
couldn’t balance you right.”
For a moment, the two dancers glared at each other.
Nancy could feel the tension between them. She didn’t
dare say anything, especially when she had no idea
what had caused the near-accident.
“I think we both know what the solution to all of this
is,” Lawrence said in a low voice. “Get yourself a new
partner, one you can blame all your mistakes on.” Then
he turned and started toward the door.
“You know there’s no one else around who can
partner me,” Shana yelled after him. “So we’ll just have
to simplify the choreography for you.”
“For me?” Lawrence halted. “Give it up, Shana. This
whole thing was your own fault. Your timing was off.
You’re not nearly as good as you think you are. Both
your sisters can dance circles around you, even
Michelle. Darci should be dancing the Sugar Plum
Fairy role, and you know it.”
With that, Lawrence pushed his way through the
doors and stormed out of the studio.
“Pompous jerk,” Shana muttered as she sat down on
the wooden floor. Ripping off her satin toe shoes, she
flung them after him. “He makes me SO mad!” she
declared, tearing the lambswool padding from her toes
and throwing it after her shoes.
Nancy had never seen Shana so worked up. Maybe
the tense atmosphere at the ballet academy was getting
to everyone. “Don’t you two get along?” Nancy asked
in a teasing voice, hoping to break the tension.
Shana gave Nancy a wry grin. “That’s an
understatement,” she said with a sigh. “Actually, we
used to be um . . . friends. I mean, before I got an
audition with the New York Ballet Company and he
didn’t.”
“Jealousy again,” George remarked to Nancy in a
low voice. Then she picked up Shana’s toe shoes and
handed them to her.
“Mmm,” Nancy replied, thinking of Darci.
Shana walked over to the piano and punched off the
tape recorder. The romantic Nutcracker music
stopped. Then she gathered up her sweats and shawl.
Finally she said, “You know, Lawrence thinks I
could arrange an audition for him with the New York
Ballet Company if I really wanted to. But, I’m just a
member of the corps de ballet right now—which
means I’m not much more important than a piece of
scenery. Lawrence doesn’t understand that I have no
say in who gets to audition and who doesn’t.” Wearily,
Shana slumped onto the piano bench.
“Would you arrange an audition for Lawrence if you
could?” Nancy pressed.
Shana shook her head as she tucked her toe shoes
into her dance bag. Then she bent down to slip on her
sweats. “No, he needs to do that himself. Lawrence has
to have more confidence in his own abilities. It’s the
only way he’ll make it in New York. The competition is
cutthroat, and you’ve got to be able to deal with it—on
your own.”
“Do you think Lawrence knows how you feel?”
Nancy asked.
“I know he knows, because I told him,” Shana said.
“Someone had to. He’s fooling himself if he thinks a
recommendation from me would make a difference.
Blaming me is just a cop-out.”
“Makes sense,” George said, nodding. “Do you think
Lawrence was mad enough to have taken screws out of
the demonstration barre so you’d fall?”
“No way.” Shana tucked an errant wisp of flame-red
hair back in her loosened chignon and shook her head
emphatically. But then her green eyes took on a
faraway look. “At least I’d hate to think he’d do
something like that,” she said finally. “Not to me.”
While Shana was talking, Nancy walked over to the
studio doors and peered into the hall. She wanted to
make sure no one was listening to them.
When she returned, she sat down next to Shana on
the bench. “Maybe we’d better tell you about the oilier
things that have happened,” Nancy said in a low voice.
Then she and George told her about the missing
antique ornaments and the canceled programs.
“Poor Madame Dugrand,” Shana murmured when
Nancy had finished. “But what could those things have
to do with the demonstration barre falling, or with
Lawrence almost dropping me?”
“Maybe nothing,” Nancy admitted. “But I can’t help
thinking they’re all tied together.”
“And you suspect Lawrence?” Shana shook her
head. “I don’t know, Nancy. Lawrence might be mad at
me for a lot of things, but he’s devoted to Madame
Dugrand. I doubt he’d hurt her just to get back at me.”
“Maybe we should tell Shana what we overheard at
Yogurt Heaven, Nancy,” George said in a low voice.
“What?” Shana looked back and forth at her two
friends.
Reluctantly, Nancy repeated the conversation they’d
overheard between Darci and Lawrence.
But Shana didn’t seem angry. Instead she let out a
sigh. “I should have known this would happen. Poor
Darci. She wanted to be the Sugar Plum Fairy so
badly. She’s had to dance in my shadow all her life.
Besides, Darci has a huge crush on Lawrence. My
dancing with him must really burn her up.”
“So you don’t think they’ve teamed up to drive you
away?” Nancy asked.
Shana shrugged. “I don’t know anything anymore. I
thought I was coming back to help Madame out, but
it’s been one disaster after another. Maybe I should
just go back to New York.”
“No way!” George said firmly. “Look at all the help
you’ve given the other dancers. Madame needs you.”
“Maybe.” Shana stood up. “Well, I have to get going.
Madame wants me to help choreograph the fight scene
between the soldiers and the mice.”
“How’s your ankle?” Nancy asked, getting up.
Shana smiled. “All better, thanks to the ice pack.
Look, you guys,” she added as the three of them
walked to the door, “I’m going to talk to Darci the first
chance I get.”