Contents
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   1 Golden Bar
   2 Secrets and Spies
   3 Jungle Kingdom
   4 A Day at the Park
   5 Battle Royal
   6 Jelly Rogers
   7 Paying Peanuts
   8 Making Waves
   9 Deepening and Darkening
   10 Touched by a Corpse
   11 Theory of Relativity
   12 News Flash
   13 Thrown for a Loop
   14 Recipe for Danger
   15 Wrapping Up
   1. Golden Bar
   Bess Marvin squeezed her eyes shut and screamed.
   Her face was white. Her long, blond hair flew out
   behind her.
   “Ow,” said her friend Nancy Drew as Bess's fingers
   clamped around her arm.
   Eleven-year-old Laura Marquez patted Bess on the
   back. “Don't be scared, Bess. It's only the kiddie
   coaster.”
   George Fayne turned and grinned at her cousin,
   Bess. “Hey—I thought we were supposed to be the
   chaperons here.”
   Bess grunted as the brakes screeched and the ride
   jerked to a halt. “I'll be chaperoning on the ground
   from now on, thank you very much.” She hopped out of
   the car and took a moment to steady herself. Then she
   held her arms above her head. “Okay, Science Sleuths!
   Over here!”
   The children gathered a few feet from the exit, and
   Nancy counted heads. “Ten, plus three chaperons.
   Excellent. We're all accounted for.”
   So far so good, Nancy thought as she pushed her
   reddish blond hair from her eyes and looked down at
   the sea of people moving through Kings Commons
   Amusement Park. It wouldn't be hard to lose a sixth-
   grader in this crowd. The Science Sleuths were antsy
   from their three-hour bus ride that morning from River
   Heights and needed to move around.
   “Find your buddy,” Nancy instructed the group.
   “Make sure to all stay together.”
   She led the Sleuths across a drawbridge painted with
   fire-breathing dragons. Street musicians wearing kilts
   played an old Scottish tune. Below them, rafts bobbed
   in a river of churning rapids.
   “Can we go on the Moat Float later?” Emma Lim
   asked.
   “Sure.” George glanced up at the darkening sky.
   “Assuming it doesn't rain.”
   Kenny Fox groaned. “It rains every single time I go
   to an amusement park.”
   “We're coming back tomorrow,” Nancy reminded
   him, “and the forecast is for sun.”
   “Two days enveloped in the aroma of luscious
   chocolate.” Bess closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.
   “Boy, am I hungry.”
   Kenny took a chocolate bar out of his pocket. “Want
   some?”
   Bess looked at the candy. She laughed. “Kenny,
   that's a Golden Bar.”
   “So?”
   “So, we're surrounded by several tons of chocolate
   made right here at Royal Chocolates headquarters.'
   She gestured toward the enormous factory on the other
   side of the parking lot. “Yet you brought your own
   chocolate all the way from River Heights.”
   Kenny shrugged. “I like Golden Bars better.” He
   popped a square of chocolate into his mouth as they
   passed under a rose-covered trellis that led into an
   English garden.
   “There's Andrea.” Nancy waved at a petite woman
   with brown hair sitting on a bench ringed by mums.
   Andrea hurried over to meet them. “Hello,
   everyone. Are we enjoying Kings Commons?”
   “This is the best field trip ever,” Laura said. “I bet
   nobody else ever went to an amusement park to learn
   stuff.”
   “Actually,” George said, “when Andrea was our high
   school physics teacher, she brought our class here, too.
   Of course, we called her Miss Cassella then.”
   “And I got sick on Miss Cassella's new shoes after
   riding on Labyrinth,” Bess said. “Which may be the
   reason she gave up teaching to start the Science
   Sleuths.”
   Andrea laughed. “Not at all. It was because of
   inquisitive students like you that I realized the need for
   a science enrichment program in our community. And
   it's handy to have former pupils lecture on things like
   how detectives use science to solve crimes. As our real-
   life sleuth Nancy Drew will do. It can also be handy for
   former pupils to chaperon. Actually, I might have
   asked someone else if I'd remembered what you did to
   my shoes, Bess.” Andrea winked at her.
   “When are we going to get to ride on Labyrinth?”
   Laura asked.
   “I heard it's faster than Royal Pain,” Kenny said.
   “We have to wait till we ride them both before we
   pick which coaster's faster,” Noah said. “Then we'll do
   the calculations to test our hypothesis.” He tossed his
   pencil into the air. “I can't wait.”
   “You might have to wait.” George squinted at the
   purple aluminum tracks in the distance. “Is that a car
   stuck there on the loop?”
   Nancy checked with a Kings Commons employee.
   “Royal Pain is temporarily out of service,” she told the
   disappointed Sleuths. “They're not sure when it will be
   fixed.”
   “But we can ride it before we leave, right?” Tyler
   asked.
   “If it's fixed,” Andrea said.
   “And if it's not fixed, we'll come back next year and
   ride it ten times,” Tyler said. “Right, Andrea?”
   Andrea forced a smile. “We'll see.”
   “Hey.” Bess put an arm around Andrea's shoulders.
   “You seem upset. What's wrong?”
   Andrea spoke softly so that the Sleuths wouldn't
   hear. “I don't want the kids to know, but I can't
   promise we'll come back to Kings Commons next year.
   I can't even promise the Science Sleuths will be in
   business next year.”
   “Oh, Andrea, I'm sorry,” Nancy said.
   Andrea tore a leaf from a bush trimmed into the
   shape of a crown. “I always knew it would be tough
   running a nonprofit corporation. These kids' parents
   pay what they can, but most of them can't afford much,
   and there's no way I'm going to raise the tuition. I'm
   months behind in payments for our lab equipment. If I
   can't afford to do experiments the way I want or bring
   in speakers or take field trips, this program is
   worthless.” She sighed. “I've been looking for a
   corporate sponsor, but so far I haven't had any luck.
   I'm afraid my funds are just about exhausted.”
   “Wait,” Bess said. “What about those relatives of
   yours with all the money? I know you were nervous
   about asking them since you haven't spoken in so many
   years, but don't you think it's at lea
st worth a try?”
   Andrea shook her head. “I have tried. Several times.
   But they won't take my calls. They were my last hope.”
   She watched the Sleuths swapping yoyo tricks in the
   shade of a chestnut tree. “I'm really going to miss these
   guys, though.”
   She walked over to the Sleuths. “Are you ready to
   get going?” she asked them.
   “Andrea, I'm hot,” Noah said.
   “I think it's going to rain,” Kenny said.
   “I'm hungry,” Emma said.
   “I think it's time for a surprise,” Andrea told Bess.
   “However tight our resources might be, a trip to Kings
   Commons would not be complete without these.” She
   pulled out a box of chocolate bars. “Who wants a
   Crown Jewels bar?” she asked the Sleuths. Ten hands
   shot into the air.
   “I thought so.”
   “Kenny,” Bess said, “didn't you just eat a candy bar?”
   “Yeah,” Kenny replied, “but I've got room for
   another one.”
   “Excuse me,” called a high-pitched voice from
   behind Nancy.
   “Oh. I'm sorry.” Nancy scooted over to make way for
   a chubby, red-cheeked blond woman who was pushing
   her way through the crowd. The woman had a candy
   bar clenched in one hand, her husband's elbow in the
   other. They appeared to Nancy to be in their early
   thirties.
   “I can't believe Royal Pain is broken again,” the
   woman complained. “Come on, Phil. We have to—
   Oof!” She reeled backward as she crashed into Kenny.
   “Pardon me,” Kenny said.
   “Please tell me those grubby fingers did not touch
   me.” The woman looked down and inspected her white
   shirt. “I knew it. Why don't you look where you're
   going, young man? This was a very expensive shirt, and
   if these chocolate stains don't come out—”
   Nancy cleared her throat. “Ma'am, I'm sorry about
   what happened to your shirt, but it wasn't Kenny's
   fault.”
   “You walked right into him,” George said.
   The woman's face turned redder. “This whole
   vacation is turning into a royal pain, isn't it, Phil?” And
   she marched away, dragging her husband.
   “What was her problem?” Kenny asked Bess.
   “I don't know. I don't understand how anybody can
   be so grumpy while eating a chocolate bar.”
   Andrea held out the box of chocolates. “Would the
   chaperons each like a chocolate bar?”
   George held up her hand. “Thanks, but I'm trying to
   avoid junk food.”
   “I'll have one.” Nancy took it from Andrea and
   tucked it into her purse. “I think I'll save it for a rainy
   day.”
   “That might be today.” Bess chose a chocolate bar
   and tore open the wrapper.
   “Careful,” Andrea said. “There's an instant win
   contest inside the wrapper. You wouldn't want to rip a
   million-dollar wrapper, would you?”
   Bess read the instructions printed on the outside of
   the wrapper: “ Play the Crown Jewels contest and win.
   Look inside to see if you're a winner.' ” She rolled her
   eyes. “I already know the answer: Sorry. Try again next
   time.' And with the amount of chocolate I eat, you
   know I will.”
   “Just remember who bought these candy bars if you
   strike it rich.” Andrea pointed a finger at Bess. “I'm
   sure you're planning to donate half the proceeds to the
   Sleuths, right?”
   Bess laughed as she unwrapped her candy bar. “Of
   course. Absolutely. Unfortunately, we both know that
   half of nothing is noth—” She gasped as she looked
   down at the wrapper in her hands.
   “What is it?” Nancy asked.
   Bess showed her the words printed on the inside of
   the wrapper in gold letters.
   Nancy's blue eyes grew wide. “ Congratulations,' ”
   she read aloud. “ You've won the grand prize.' ”
   2. Secrets and Spies
   “No way,” George said. “Nobody really wins those
   contests, do they?”
   “Not nobody, but pretty close.” Nancy squinted at
   the fine print on the wrapper. “ Number of grand
   prizes awarded: One,' ” she read. “ Odds of winning
   the grand prize: approximately one in four million four
   hundred thousand.' ”
   Noah's mouth dropped open. “Wow.”
   “If you're not going to eat your candy, Bess, could I
   have it?” Kenny took the chocolate from Bess's limp
   hand. “Thanks.”
   Tyler elbowed his way to Bess's side. “Let me see.”
   “No, I want to see,” Emma said.
   Bess swallowed hard. “Just a second.” She held the
   wrapper over their heads. “I'll read it to you: The grand
   prize includes one million dollars in cash, one trip for
   four to Kings Commons Amusement Park in Royal,
   Illinois, and thirty Crown Jewels bars per month for
   twelve months. Employees of Royal Chocolates or
   Kings Commons and their immediate families are not
   eligible to win. To claim your prize, make a photocopy
   of the winning wrapper. Mail the original to—' ”
   “That building right over there,” George finished for
   her, pointing to Royal Chocolates headquarters.
   Noah was scribbling numbers in his notebook. “Do
   you realize, Bess, that if there are ten thousand people
   at Kings Commons today—and I bet there are judging
   by the length of these lines—you'd have to fill up about
   four hundred amusement parks this size to find four
   million people? So to be the lucky one out of four
   million is pretty astronomical.”
   “I'll say.” Bess blinked. “It doesn't seem real.”
   “It'll seem real when you've talked to the people at
   contest headquarters,” Nancy said. “So why don't you
   walk across the parking lot and do that right now.”
   “And could you ask them,” Katie piped up, “about
   the trip to Kings Commons? Like, do they think you
   could substitute another prize?”
   “Or maybe you could give the trip to someone else,”
   Emma suggested.
   Bess laughed. “I don't suppose you have someone
   else in mind?”
   “Enough!” Andrea said. “Let's give Bess a break and
   let her talk to the contest people. She'll bring us news
   in a little while. In the meantime let's go on one more
   ride and then have lunch—on Bess.”
   Bess smiled weakly. “Thanks. But do you think you
   could spare Nancy? I'd really like some moral support.”
   “We've got everything under control,” George
   assured her. “Take your time.”
   “We'll take a ride on High Tea.” Andrea pointed to
   the oversize rose-patterned teacups that crossed
   overhead, carrying passengers from one side of the
   park to the other. “We'll have lunch at Uncommonly
   Good and meet you at the Moat Float at, say, two
   o'clock.”
   “That sounds great. We'll see you then.” Nancy felt a
   drop of rain on her face. She pulled her hair back from
   her face and w
ound it into a ponytail.
   “Thanks for coming with me, Nan,” Bess said as they
   waited to have their hands stamped at the exit gate so
   they could reenter. “Holding on to this wrapper makes
   me very nervous.”
   Nancy grinned. “You've checked your pocket about
   five times in the last two minutes.”
   “I know. It's weird to think that one little piece of
   paper can be worth so much money. If Andrea hadn't
   said something to make me look, who knows? I might
   have thrown it in the trash.” Bess took a deep breath.
   “Anyhow, I'm glad I'll be able to help the Sleuths stay
   in business.”
   Nancy smiled. It was just like her friend to think of
   others first. “Bess, you know Andrea was joking. She
   wouldn't hold you to your promise to give half the
   money to the Science Sleuths.”
   “I know,” Bess said, “but I want to help—and now I
   can.”
   Nancy squeezed Bess's hand. “You're such a good
   person, Bess Marvin.”
   “I'm a very lucky person.” Bess looked up at the six-
   story brick administration building and read the sign
   above the main entrance: “Welcome to Royal
   Chocolates. We treat you Royally.” She brushed a drop
   of rain from her eye. “I'll say.”
   Bess and Nancy approached the receptionist's desk.
   “That's the biggest candy dish I've ever seen,” Bess
   whispered.
   The receptionist smiled. “Help yourself.”
   “Thanks.” Bess took a crown-shaped chocolate
   wrapped in purple foil.
   “Hi,” Nancy said. “We were hoping you could help
   us. My friend just won a prize in the Crown Jewels
   contest. And since we happened to be in the park, we
   were hoping we might be able to come and claim it in
   person.”
   “I'm sorry,” the receptionist said. “The marketing
   department is too busy to handle the small prizes.
   They're dispensed from another location. So if you
   would just mail a copy of the wrapper—”
   “But it's not a small prize,” Bess interrupted. “It's
   the grand prize.”
   The receptionist sat up straighter. “The grand
   prize?”
   Bess nodded.
   “Okay,” she said slowly. “Why don't you have a seat?
   
 
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