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More Favorites from a Beloved AuthorMandie and her friends set out to investigate and solve six more mysteries in the next two volumes of THE MANDIE COLLECTION. Volume Ten includes Mandie and the New York Secret, Mandie and the NIght Thief, and Mandie and the HIdden Past.

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	01 septembre 2011
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781441260215
Langue	English

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The Mandie Collection: Volume Ten Copyright © 2003 Lois Gladys Leppard
MANDIE® and SNOWBALL® are registered trademarks of Lois Gladys Leppard
Cover design by Dan Pitts Cover illustrations by Chris Wold Dyrud
Published by Bethany House Publishers 11400 Hampshire Avenue South Bloomington, Minnesota 55438 www.bethanyhouse.com
Bethany House Publishers is a division of Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan. www.bakerpublishinggroup.com
Ebook edition created 2011
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means for example, electronic, photocopy, recording without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
ISBN 978-1-4412-6021-5
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.

For CAROL JOHNSON, who accepted the first Mandie Book twenty-one years ago, and who has held Mandie by the hand all these years. And to all the wonderful people at Bethany House Publishers who accompanied Mandie on the way. With much love and many thanks.
CONTENTS
MANDIE AND THE NEW YORK SECRET
Chapter 1 New York at Last!
Chapter 2 Plans
Chapter 3 A Discovery
Chapter 4 Mandie’s Escapade
Chapter 5 The Storm
Chapter 6 Waiting
Chapter 7 Decisions
Chapter 8 Old Secrets
Chapter 9 Searching
Chapter 10 More Information
Chapter 11 More Mystery
Chapter 12 From the Past
“To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, Thou can’st not then be false to any man.”
William Shakespeare, Hamlet (Polonius) Act 1, Scene 3
CHAPTER ONE
NEW YORK AT LAST!
The train pulled into the station in New York and stopped with a sudden lurch. Mandie Shaw straightened up in her seat and recaptured her white cat, who had managed to escape her with the motion.
“Snowball, you have to behave now. We’re going out there into a noisy, overcrowded street,” she said as she secured his red leash and bent to pick up her small bag.
“I’ll help you with him,” Celia Hamilton said as she stood up.
Mrs. Taft, Mandie’s grandmother, looked back as she started down the aisle of the train car and said, “Amanda, be sure you hold on to that white cat now.”
“Yes, ma’am, I will,” Mandie replied, following Celia.
Joe Woodard and his parents, Dr. and Mrs. Woodard, came along behind them.
“Yes, I don’t want to have to search for that cat in this big city of New York,” Joe said with a grin as Mandie glanced back at him.
As they all got off the train, Dr. Woodard led the way out of the depot and hailed a public carriage. While everyone waited inside the carriage, he went back to pick up the luggage.
“It won’t be long now until I find out what the secret is that Jonathan said he had found,” Mandie said to her friends.
“It must be something important for him to send you a message by wire to the depot back home,” Celia said.
“Remember he said in the wire to hurry up and come on up to New York, that he had found a secret,” Mandie told her. “And he doesn’t know how close he came to missing me with the message.”
“He knew you were coming on up to visit while your mother and the others were at his house,” Joe said.
“But he didn’t know when we would get back to my house from visiting my Cherokee kinpeople,” Mandie replied, rubbing Snowball’s fur to calm him down as he tried to get away from her again.
“I hope my mother has already been shopping when we get to Jonathan’s house so I won’t have to spend so much time buying clothes,” Celia said.
“Yes, and my mother, too,” Mandie agreed. She glanced at her grandmother, Mrs. Taft, and Joe’s mother, Mrs. Woodard, sitting across from them, but they were deep into their own conversation and were not paying any attention to the young people.
Finally Dr. Woodard and the driver came back with all their luggage and loaded it, and then they started on their way to Jonathan Guyer’s house. Even though Mandie had been to the big city of New York once before, and that was for Thanksgiving in 1901, it was now June of 1903, and everything seemed new to her again. The carriage driver drove as though he were going to a fire and ignored the pedestrians who scampered out of his way as they crossed the streets before them. She held tightly to Snowball as the vehicle swayed.
When the carriage turned into the driveway of the Guyer mansion and stopped under the portico, Mandie remembered seeing it that first time and being absolutely speechless to learn that Jonathan lived in such a huge stone building. And as it had happened the other time she came to visit, the door opened and the butler came out to assist with the luggage, only this time she knew the man’s name.
“Good morning, Jens,” Mandie greeted the man as he assisted Mrs. Taft out of the carriage.
Without even looking at her, the proper butler replied, “Good morning, Miss Amanda.” After Mrs. Taft was safely out, he turned to help Mrs. Woodard alight.
As Mandie waited for everyone to go inside the house, Mrs. Yodkin, the Guyers’ housekeeper, appeared at the doorway. “Please come in,” she told Mrs. Taft and Mrs. Woodard. Looking back she added, “All of you, please come into the house.”
Mandie looked around as they stepped into the parlor that opened off the portico. There was no sign of Jonathan or his father, or Mandie’s mother and the others who had come to New York ahead of them. Then she realized the others were also wondering where everyone was.
“Is Jonathan at home?” Mandie asked the housekeeper.
Mrs. Yodkin stopped and looked directly at Mrs. Taft and Dr. and Mrs. Woodard, who had been following behind her. “I regret that there is no one here at the present. Everyone has gone to visit friends in Long Island. Since we did not know your arrival date, Mr. Guyer left the message that if you arrive in his absence you are to make yourselves comfortable.”
“Gone to Long Island?” Mrs. Taft repeated, frowning. “Probably to see the Fredericksons.”
“Yes, madam, that is where they went,” Mrs. Yodkin replied. “Now, if you will all come with me, I will show you to your rooms.” At that moment Monet, the French maid, came into the room. “And Monet here will show you young people to your quarters,” Mrs. Yodkin added.
Mandie thought, What a difference in our servants and the Guyers’ . The ones in the Shaw household were treated with friendliness and love. These people seemed to be cold and detached from the world.
When Mrs. Yodkin started toward the door, Mrs. Taft just stood there, frowning. “When is everyone coming back?” she asked.
Mrs. Yodkin stopped and looked back. “Mr. Guyer said they would return tomorrow,” she explained. “They only left yesterday.” She continued walking out into the huge hallway. The others followed.
Mrs. Woodard looked at Mrs. Taft and said, “That will at least give us time to recuperate from that long train journey.”
“Yes, but we don’t have that much time to stay here,” Mrs. Taft replied.
Monet finally spoke to the young people. “If you will come this way, I will show you your rooms,” she said, turning the other direction in the long hallway.
The girls and Joe looked into the rooms they passed along the way. Mandie remembered seeing the huge library they passed, the music room with two baby grand pianos in it, a formal drawing room, and another parlor. Huge double doors set in the mahogany wainscoting were closed.
They reached the carved stairway, split in the middle and rising on either side to meet a balcony above. At the bottom of the stairs, Monet stopped and, pointing to a door with glass windowpanes in it, said, “I remember you do not like the lift. Do you still not like it?” She waited.
“Let’s walk up,” Mandie and Celia said at once and then grinned at each other.
Joe spoke up as they continued up the stairs. “I should just ride up and let y’all walk. What are y’all going to do when you find a place that only has elevators and no steps?”
“Oh, Joe, there won’t ever be such a place,” Mandie replied, holding on to Snowball as he tried to get down.
“I wouldn’t guarantee that,” he replied.
Monet went ahead of them, threw open the door to a room on her right, and said, “Here is the room for you.” She looked at Mandie and then added, “Box of sand for cat is here.”
“Oh, thank you,” Mandie replied, looking into the room.
“And you will be next door,” the maid told Celia, pushing open the door to the next room. Then quickly stepping across the hall, she opened another door and said, “And this will be your room.” She looked at Joe.
“Thank you,” Joe said.
Jens and another servant came along the hallway with their luggage, and Mandie, Joe, and Celia stepped out of the way while it was deposited in their different rooms. Monet stood there waiting until this was accomplished. Then she said, “We will have luncheon ready in thirty minutes.” Then she turned and walked back down the hallway, following the other servants.
“Thirty minutes,” Mandie repeated. Turning to Joe, she said, “I’ll meet you back out here in fifteen minutes.”
“All right,” Joe agreed, going into the room he had been given.
The girls found their rooms had an adjoining bathroom, and each bedroom had a huge four-poster bed. Mandie put Snowball down at last, and he immediately found the sandbox.
“Why don’t we just share one room?” Celia asked. “Then we can talk.”
“Yes, I was going to suggest that,” Mandie agreed. “We can use this one because Snowball’s sandbox is in here. Now, let’s hurry and change clothes so we can go talk to Joe.” She looked at the small china clock on the mantelpiece.
At that moment there was a slight knock on the door, and Zelda, the other maid, stuck her head in. “I come to unpack zee clothes,” she said in her foreign accent.
“Oh, hello, Zelda,” Mandie greeted her. “Let us just get something out right now to change out of these traveling clothes, and then you can hang everything up.”
“Yes,” Zelda agreed, going to open