Read The Haunted Showboat Online
Authors: Carolyn Keene
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The Haunted Showboat (12 page)
A few minutes later it became apparent that the oarsman was heading for a dock concealed in a small cove. Nancy and Charles came very close, so they would not lose their quarry when the man and woman debarked.
Some distance from the dock, at the end of a small flower garden, stood a modest house. A few lights gleamed in the windows and a small lamp at the door was turned on.
As the rowboat reached the dock, Louvina stood up. Taking a step forward, she bent down to kiss her companion. Then, as he helped her, she stepped to the dock.
In a sweet, musical voice she said, “Thank you so very much, Henry. The show was delightful, wasn’t it? Have a good night’s sleep, dear. And do come over soon. I’ll be expecting you.”
“Yes, honey, I will.”
Without another word the woman tripped girlishly up the walk through the garden and entered the house.
“ ‘Henry’ doesn’t live here after all,” Nancy told herself.
The elderly gentleman sat staring after Louvina. When she turned off the door light, he stepped from the rowboat and tied the painter to a post. Then he, too, started up the walk.
“Oh, please wait a minute!” Nancy called to him. “I’d like to talk with you.”
Charles pulled up to the dock and she stepped out of the canoe. The elderly man, startled, turned around. A look of fright gave way to one of amazement upon seeing a smiling girl standing there.
“I’m sorry if I frightened you,” Nancy said. “Please forgive me. I just wanted to ask you—”
Henry did not seem to be paying attention. He was staring at his costume. Embarrassed, he interrupted her to say, “Please pardon my attire. There’s a special reason why I’m wearing it!”
By this time Charles was also standing on the dock. He apologized for his and Nancy’s intrusion, then said, “It’s very important that we talk to you. This is Nancy Drew from River Heights. I’m Charles Bartolome. I live not very far from here. Perhaps you know my family.”
“Yes, I do. Now what do you wish to ask me?” the elderly man inquired.
Nancy began to talk. First she told him about having seen him and his companion at the
River Princess.
Henry looked startled.
River Princess.
Henry looked startled.
“The
River Princess
is on Colonel Haver’s property, as you may know,” she said. “He has asked me to try to solve the mystery of it. Can you tell me why people think the showboat is haunted?”
River Princess
is on Colonel Haver’s property, as you may know,” she said. “He has asked me to try to solve the mystery of it. Can you tell me why people think the showboat is haunted?”
Henry looked searchingly at the girl’s face.
Then he smiled. “I’ll tell you the whole story.”
CHAPTER XVI
Lost in the Bayou
“MY NAME,” said the elderly man in the Colonial costume, “is Henry de la Verne. Louvina is my twin. Her married name is Mrs. Claibourne Farwell. She is a widow now.”
As he paused, Nancy suggested kindly, “Shall we sit down?”
“Perhaps that would be best,” said Mr. de la Verne. He led Nancy and Charles to a quaint little summerhouse in the garden.
After they were seated on a bench across from his, the man went on:
“This will no doubt surprise you, but our grandfather owned the
River Princess.
As children, Louvina and I spent a great deal of time on her.” Again Mr. de la Verne paused and smiled reflectively, as if this brought back happy memories.
River Princess.
As children, Louvina and I spent a great deal of time on her.” Again Mr. de la Verne paused and smiled reflectively, as if this brought back happy memories.
Charles remarked, “It must have been a great deal of fun, sir, for you and your sister.”
“Indeed it was,” Henry agreed. “Louvina loved to play actress and try on the various costumes. She always planned to act on the
River Princess
when she was older, but never had a chance. There was a great storm and flood which drove the showboat to her present location and she was abandoned. Our grandfather died of shock and injuries he received during the storm.”
River Princess
when she was older, but never had a chance. There was a great storm and flood which drove the showboat to her present location and she was abandoned. Our grandfather died of shock and injuries he received during the storm.”
“How tragic!” Nancy murmured, deeply touched.
“Yes, it was, and the whole thing made a tremendous impression on my sister. She was very upset about the fate of our beloved grandfather and showboat, but as Louvina grew older, the family thought she had forgotten the episode. She married happily and lived a very normal life.
“But after Mr. Farwell’s sudden death several years ago,” Mr. de la Verne went on, “Louvina’s mind began to play tricks on her. She started living more and more with her memories. Finally, I came to stay with my sister after I retired, and help her with her business affairs.” He smiled. “I’m a bachelor.”
After another pause, he said, “I humor Louvina all I can. We were very close as children, playing together almost constantly.”
Mr. de la Verne looked up at the sky. The clouds had been blown past and the moon was shining brightly again.
“On nights when there’s a full moon my sister’s mind always reverts to her childhood. It’s then she insists that the two of us put on costumes which our grandparents used to wear, and go to the
River Princess.”
River Princess.”
Nancy and Charles smiled understandingly and Nancy murmured, “You are very wonderful, Mr. de la Verne, to be so patient and thoughtful.”
The man suddenly chuckled. “It is a good thing that Louvina picks moonlight nights for our trips. Otherwise I could never find my way to the showboat.” After a few seconds he added, “Well, that is my story. Does it clear up the mystery of the supposedly haunted showboat for you?”
“Partly,” Nancy replied, “and thank you very much for confiding in us, Mr. de la Verne. ”I’d like to ask you a few questions if I may. I’m dreadfully sorry to hear of your sister’s trouble, but I’m sure she is not unhappy.”
“Oh, no,” Henry answered quickly. “As a matter of fact, she is happier when she is playing a part than when her memory serves her normally. Then she starts worrying about me.”
“Mr. de la Verne,” Nancy said, “yesterday I found an antique ornamental hairpin on the deck of the
River Princess.”
She described it, and added, “Does it, by any chance, belong to your sister?”
River Princess.”
She described it, and added, “Does it, by any chance, belong to your sister?”
“Why, yes, it does,” Henry answered. “She insisted upon wearing it to the showboat on one of her trips. It must have dropped out of her hair.”
“I’ll return it soon,” Nancy offered, then said, “Tonight we heard a tom-tom being beaten and calliope music playing on the
River Princess.
And we actually saw a ghostly figure parading up and down the deck just before you and your sister arrived!”
River Princess.
And we actually saw a ghostly figure parading up and down the deck just before you and your sister arrived!”
“What!” Henry cried out.
“It’s true,” Charles spoke up. “The figure disappeared inside the showboat when you drew near.”
The elderly man was visibly disturbed. He said quickly that Louvina must not know about this—it would certainly upset her. And hereafter, when he took her there, he would make certain no one was around.
“I thought, of course, we were alone,” he said worriedly.
“Then you have no idea who might be visiting the showboat?” Nancy asked.
“None whatever. I have heard a tom-tom being beaten in the bayou,” the man confessed. “But I thought the drummer was some Negro who had inherited the instrument from an African ancestor. As to the calliope, I cannot understand it. The old organ is in no condition to be played.”
Nancy asked Mr. de la Verne if he thought secret voodoo meetings were being held on the
River Princess.
River Princess.
“It’s possible. Such a thing never occurred to me.”
“Do you know Uncle Rufus?” Nancy asked. When the elderly man nodded, she asked, “Do you think he could be leading the meetings?”
Mr. de la Verne vetoed this possibility. “Uncle Rufus is a fine, highly respected man in this neighborhood. He does a great deal of good; he certainly would not conduct any such secret meetings. By the way, why are you interested in solving the mystery of the haunted showboat?”
Nancy told him about the plans for moving it and the forthcoming ball the Havers were giving.
“Move it?” Mr. de la Verne cried out. “Oh, if that is done, it will kill my sister!”
“But if there
should
be any danger on the
River Princess,
you would not wish Mrs. Farwell to go aboard it,” Nancy pointed out.
should
be any danger on the
River Princess,
you would not wish Mrs. Farwell to go aboard it,” Nancy pointed out.
“Yes, that is true,” the man admitted. “Perhaps if we are careful, there will be no trouble.”
“I wonder,” said Nancy. “Mr. de la Verne, do you know of any reason why persons other than voodoo worshipers might want to make the showboat appear to be haunted? Or to sabotage it?”
Before replying the elderly man stood up. For several seconds he looked off into space, then said:
“Yes, there might be. But that is a family matter. I cannot tell you about it. But one thing I’m sure of. It would be very foolish for Colonel Haver to try moving the
River Princess!”
River Princess!”
Bowing, Henry de la Verne abruptly said good night and hurried up the garden walk to the house.
“Good night,” the young people called.
As Nancy looked after the man, she mulled over his sentence. What
was
the rest of the story he was not willing to tell? And was he trying to send a message to Colonel Haver, by way of Nancy, that it would be dangerous for the owner of Sunnymead to continue his efforts to have the old boat moved?
was
the rest of the story he was not willing to tell? And was he trying to send a message to Colonel Haver, by way of Nancy, that it would be dangerous for the owner of Sunnymead to continue his efforts to have the old boat moved?
As she and Charles stepped into their canoe, Nancy mentioned these thoughts to her companion. He smiled. “The old gentleman certainly makes it sound ominous. Maybe we’ll find a skeleton hidden away some place on the showboat!”
Nancy laughed. “Perhaps a family skeleton!”
Charles paddled quickly and soon reached the tangled mass of bayou growth through which they must pass to reach the
River Princess.
Once more the moon went under a cloud. It was pitch black in the swamp, but Charles continued to paddle, with Nancy ducking when leaves and stems brushed her head.
River Princess.
Once more the moon went under a cloud. It was pitch black in the swamp, but Charles continued to paddle, with Nancy ducking when leaves and stems brushed her head.
“I’ve got to give you credit for following a good hunch, Nancy,” Charles said admiringly. “I like a girl with initiative. If it hadn’t been for Donna Mae’s—” He broke off abruptly.
Nancy thought, “I have
another
hunch! Charles is still in love with Donna Mae, even if she has hurt his pride.” But she felt it best, under the circumstances, not to make any comment.
another
hunch! Charles is still in love with Donna Mae, even if she has hurt his pride.” But she felt it best, under the circumstances, not to make any comment.
There was a long silence, broken only by the ripple of water from the canoe paddles. Then Nancy laughed softly. “Charles, you’re absolutely amazing the way you can see in the dark!”
“Don’t praise me too soon,” he replied. “I have a feeling I’m off course completely.”
Five minutes later he confessed that he was lost. “From the length of time that I’ve been paddling, we should be at the showboat.”
Charles offered to try yelling to their friends to see if they could get directions. But Nancy felt that this might be a dangerous move. If any of their enemies were around, it would pinpoint the canoe’s location.
“Why don’t we go back to the open water near Mr. de la Verne’s house and then start over again,” she suggested.
“It won’t hurt to try,” Charles replied.
But the longer he paddled the more hopelessly lost he became in the moss-draped swamp. Finally Charles said, “We’ll have to give it up and wait for daylight.”
Back at the showboat, Bess, George, and the two boys were becoming frantic over the long absence of their friends. Three hours had gone by and still Nancy and Charles had not returned.
“Oh, I just know something terrible has happened to them!” Bess wailed.
“Don’t say such things!” George chided her cousin. “You know Nancy when she’s sleuthing. She just won’t give up.”
“Let’s continue our search of the showboat,” Frank suggested to distract the girls from worrying.
The young people had already discovered several places in the walls and floors which had been hacked since the day before. But there had been no further sign of the ghostly figure, nor any more voodoo sounds or calliope music since Nancy and Charles had departed.
Now they gathered near the stairway that led to the hold of the old river vessel. George gazed down into it, then turned around.
“Maybe something valuable is hidden on this boat!” she said.
As she said this, George stepped back. Without warning the top step of the stairway, evidently rotted, gave way. She plunged into the inky blackness below!
CHAPTER XVII
The Towboat Captain
“OH, GEORGE!” Bess screamed, looking down into the hold for some sign of her cousin.
Bess carried a flashlight and now tried to focus it into the black depths. Her hand shook and she could not hold the light steady. There was no answer to her cry. The young people were fearful that George had been badly injured.
“I’ll go down and see what happened,” Frank offered. Picking his way carefully down the steps, he found the girl lying in a huddled heap some feet from the base of the stairway.
“George! George!” he called, sloshing through muddy water to reach her.
He leaned down and gently lifted her up. She seemed dazed, but was able to stand. “Wh—what happened?” George asked shakily.
“You took a header,” Frank replied. “I’ll help you up the stairs.”
Bess, almost tearful with relief, and Jack reached down to assist the couple. The four young people walked out on the deck and Frank offered to take George home at once.
“Oh, I’ll be all right,” she said gamely. “Nothing hurts but my leg and I can stand that.” She would not hear of leaving the showboat until Nancy and Charles returned.
The group sat down on the deck and discussed the mystery. As dawn broke, they began to worry anew about the missing couple.
“We
must
do something to find Nancy and Charles,” Bess insisted.
must
do something to find Nancy and Charles,” Bess insisted.
Frank and Jack offered to take a canoe and try to locate them. “I guess you girls will be all right here alone in the daylight,” Jack remarked.
Just as they were about to leave, another canoe suddenly appeared.
“Nancy! Charles!” the others shouted in relief.
“I guess you all thought we were lost,” Charles called. “Well, we were!”
Stories were quickly exchanged. The four who had stayed on the showboat were amazed to learn about Henry and Louvina. After telling them that Mr. de la Verne had hinted at some family secret in connection with the haunted showboat, Charles repeated his guess that there might be a skeleton aboard.
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