The Whispering Statue [antikvár]

CHAPTER IThree-Way Alarm"Nancy, you're kidding. No statue can whisperl"A twinkle came into Nancy Drew's blue eyes. She tossed back her reddish-gold hair and looked at the slender, athletic girl standing in front of her. "George, the statue I'm talking about used to whisper before it disappeared."A third girl in the Drews' attractive living room, Bess Marvin, spoke up. "Where is this marvel?" She was blond and slightly plump and dark-haired George Fayne's cousin.George grinned. "The marvelous marblel" The other two girls laughed.Nancy said, "I don't know anything more about it, but Dad has a client coming to dinner who will explain everything. She has a case for him and he hinted that he wants you girls and me to help solve a mystery in connection with it.""Sounds greati" George remarked.