Mystery of the Glowing Eye by Carolyn G. Keene Read Free Book Online Page B

it be all right for Bess and George and me to go to Ned’s room to watch the FBI men work?” Nancy asked the boys.
    Burt grinned. “If the agents have no objection, I don’t see any reason why you shouldn’t watch. But be sure you ask for identification when the men arrive. We don’t want any impostors going through Ned’s personal belongings.”
    Nancy nodded, then smiled. “Maybe by tonight we’ll have another surprise for you.”
    The boys went off. Soon two men came to the house and asked for Nancy. After they had shown identification, she led them upstairs. George and Bess followed.
    A sudden wave of panic came over Nancy. Would Ned ever return to this room?
    “He absolutely must,” she said to herself.
    The FBI agents were very thorough. They searched every inch of the room. Finally one of the men began to open the desk drawers. He called the girls’ attention to the fact that there was nothing in them.
    “That’s unusual for a college student,” he remarked.
    George spoke up. “Maybe Ned removed the papers.”
    “But why?” Bess asked.
    The agent looked up at Nancy. “Perhaps Miss Drew has an answer.”
    “I can make a guess,” Nancy replied. “Did you know that there had been a burglary in one of the labs? A great deal of equipment was taken. Isn’t it possible the same burglar came here to steal some science papers that belonged to Ned?”
    “Very good reasoning,” the agent said. Then he picked up a small paper which had lain upside down in the drawer. “This is the only thing in here, but it looks interesting,” he added, turning it right side up. He handled it carefully so as not to smudge any fingerprints that might be on it.
    The others peered over his shoulder. Someone had drawn a sketch of an oversized eve. Under it were the letters

    Everyone stared at the paper and Bess murmured, “That awful eye again!”
    The agent turned to his companion. “Do you know what this says?”
    “Yes,” the other man replied. “It’s Greek. I studied Greek at school. These letters spell the word Cyclops.”
    Hearing this, Bess gave another little cry. “That’s the second time today we’ve come across Cyclops,” she told the agents.
    Nancy informed the men that Ned Nickerson had not studied Greek so she was inclined to think that someone else had made the drawing.
    Everyone started conjecturing about who had left it. The burglar? Another student? A professor? Nancy, however, was convinced that Crosson had given it to Ned or placed it in his room as a warning.
    No one had any answers to the questions and the FBI agents admitted there was nothing else in the room to supply a clue. “We’ll take this paper along,” one of them said, “and have the fingerprints on it analyzed.”
    The group went downstairs and in a few minutes the agents said good-by. They promised to communicate with Nancy if anything of importance came of their tests.
    The three girls returned to the guest room and sat down to talk. “It seems to me,” said Bess, “that things are getting to be more of a mess instead of being straightened out.”
    Nancy agreed but George came to her friend’s defense. “I think Nancy has accomplished a great deal. She has practically proved that Ned was kidnapped and probably by Crosson who was afraid of having an undergraduate receive more praise for some experiment than he would for one of his.”
    “You could be right,” Bess remarked. “But where do we go from here?”
    At that moment the extension phone in their room rang. Nancy answered. A student who had taken the call said that Ned Nickerson’s mother was on the wire.
    “She has something very important to tell you, Nancy,” he said.
    “Thank you,” she replied to the boy, and he transferred the call to her phone.
    “Nancy dear, is this you?”
    “Yes, Mrs. Nickerson. How are you?”
    “Oh, I’m all right, but worried of course.”
    “I understand you have some important news for me.”
    Ned’s mother said she