A SUMMER OF MYSTERY!<P> This is the story of young Steve and Linda and their exciting vacation in a Maine seacoast town. Into their days of summer fun came a number of interesting characters and the strange story of the past of Graveyard Head…<P> What were the weird, moving lights out on the ocean? Who had stolen Linda's painting of the «Dead Ship» from the summer art show? What was behind the mysterious Wiggins and his cunning ability at knife-throwing?<P> Tension mounts and Linda and Steve find themselves in a series of dangerous situations. Then, as they work together to unravel the strange mystery, summer friendship grows into romance…
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Edith Dorian. Mystery on Graveyard Head
MYSTERY. ON. GRAVEYARD. HEAD
1 • Changes On Juniper Point
2 • Trouble Off Haddock
3 • The Delight Makes Port
4 • Jude Farr’s Grandson
5 • The House On Graveyard Head
6 • Sea Gulls And Shingles
7 • The Man On The Beach
8 • Moving day
9 • Lights Beyond The Basin
10 • The Unpleasant Mr. Wiggins
11 • The “Dead Ship”
12 • Tory’s Rest
13 • Wait Webber’s Story
14 • Art Show
15 • Ensign Robert Purchas OF The Yakatak
16 • Housewarming
17 • The Package In The Springhouse
18 • The Garnet Afoot
19 • Showdown
20 • Eight O’clock And All’s Well
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They were getting closer to the graveyard now, and they moved more and more cautiously, not willing to risk even another whisper. With the night as black as pitch, Steve did not expect to see a thing, but when he and Linda dropped to their knees and crawled between the wall and the lilacs, he was beginning to count on hearing plenty . . .
Then, in the silence, a stone rolled noisily and crashed to the ground. Linda sprang to her feet in horror. Two men were pounding for the wall, the torch they carried whipping a beam of light across Steve’s face. Linda heard Robert’s snarl of triumph as he ran. Steve’s arm, caught in the crevice where the rock had slipped, was giving the man the opportunity he wanted. “Run, Linda,” he panted . . .
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Steve grinned at her. “Keep right on seeing things,” he said. “That’s all the excitement you’re likely to get around here. If you wanted Indians and buccaneers, you should have dropped in a couple of hundred years ago. Kidd cruised in the Bay, and a lot of others buried gold on the Islands. My grandfather ued to tell us about a Bailey Island man who dug up twelve thousand dollars’ worth of Spanish doubloons.”
“When do we dig?” Linda demanded, and Steve laughed.
