Carolyn Keene - Deadly Doubles

Nancy Drew Files #7

When is that phone going to ring? Nancy Drew stalked out of her bedroom and across the hotel suites living room. She paused in the doorway of the bedroom on the far side, where her two best friends were unpacking.

Its twenty minutes to two right now, George Fayne said, groaning. She glanced from her watch to her cousin, Bess Marvin, who was sharing the room with her. If that woman doesnt phone in the next two minutes, were going to miss the opening tennis match!

It was a hot summer afternoon. Half an hour earlier, Bess, George, and Nancy had checked into the two-bedroom suite at the Alexandria, Virginia, hotel. George, an avid athlete, had recently been concentrating on her tennis game, and at her urging the other two had come with her to watch the International Womens Semi-Pro Tennis Tournament. It was being held at Loudon College, not far from Washington, D.C.

Senator Kilpatrick did phone at one, as she promised, Nancy said. The desk clerk gave me the message. It wasnt her fault we got caught in all the airport traffic! Marilyn Kilpatrick was an old law-school friend of Nancys father. When she had heard from him that Nancy and her friends were going to be in Alexandria, she had asked Nancy to run an errand for her, and Nancy had felt that she couldnt very well say no. If she said shell call back and asked me to wait, shell call, Nancy added.

Traffic jams wouldnt have been a problem if wed flown down yesterday the way we planned, George pointed out. Instead of going to that meet-the-players party last night, we were still in River Heights, waiting for your top-secret phone call from the senator. She pulled off the khaki shirt shed worn for traveling and tossed it onto her bed. You know something? Im beginning to have a lot more sympathy for Ned Nickerson.

Sympathy for Ned? Nancy exclaimed, frowning. Why? Then her brow cleared. Oh, you mean because he wasnt able to come to the tournament with us.

No, she means because even Ned cant be sure that a mystery wont mess up plans youve made, Bess put in, only half laughing.

Right! George began rummaging in her suitcase for a tennis crewneck. Im sure its great for Ned to be famous detective Nancy Drews numero uno guy, but never knowing when a mysterys going to spoil a romantic moment must drive him crazy!

Nancys blue eyes twinkled. Ned manages! And look whos talking about making boyfriends feel insecure! Bess-small, blond, and curvy-was famous for the speed with which she collected-and then dropped-good-looking boys.

Ned knows hes my main man in any language, Nancy went on more seriously. But why do I have to keep telling you that Senator Kilpatricks errand has nothing to do with a case?

Is that why youve been carefully avoiding telling us what it is about? George asked bluntly.

Nancy reddened. All at once, Senator Kilpatricks warning rang in her ears. Tell no one, the senator had said. Despite the muggy summer heat, Nancy felt a chill.

Bess gave her an odd look but changed the subject deftly. That numero uno bit means George is brushing up on her Spanish in case she meets that Central American tennis star the TV reporters are making such a fuss about.

Teresa Montenegro isnt Central American, shes from San Carlos, George corrected her. Thats in South America. And shes not a star-not yet. Nobody outside of San Carlos has had a chance to see her play till now. But shes supposed to be really great. I cant wait to watch her!

If we ever get there, you mean. Bess began to wriggle into a lavender knit miniskirt. Then she giggled. Ten to one Nancys mystery interferes.

Come off it, you two, Nancy protested, managing a laugh. Im meeting somebody to pick up something for the senator, and thats all!

Su-u-u-re, George drawled. The ladys only got an office and a staff in D.C., right across the river from here. But she absolutely had to talk to Nancy Drew last night, and shes positively got to have Nancy and nobody but Nancy run this errand. And theres no mystery involved? Whore you trying to kid?

This is a simple job-quick and easy. And no mystery! Nancy shook her head vigorously, hoping her red-gold hair hid her blush as she remembered Senator Kilpatricks words on the phone last night: Find a way to get into the locker rooms, but dont let anyone find out what youre doing.

The real mystery, Nancy continued, is why Bess Marvin, whos allergic to exercise, is in such a hurry to see a tennis tournament.

If it were a mens tournament wed understand, George agreed. She looked at her cousin, who was knotting a bright print shirt at her midriff. I suppose you think thats a tennis outfit, she added, rolling her eyes.

Youre here to watch the tournament and pick up tennis pointers. Im here to watch the tournament-watchers, Bess said, unruffled. If you must know, Im looking for a better grade of boyfriend. One with something in the brains department!

Nancys eyes met Georges with shared amusement. Besss most recent great loves had been a rock musician and a skier. Falling for a brain would be a nice change.

You two take a cab out to the tournament, Nancy said generously. Itll be my treat. Ill drive the rental car out and meet you just as soon as Senator Kilpatrick has called. That way you wont miss anything.

Really? Great! Bess dashed out of the bedroom, taking a brief look in the mirror as she passed it. If I gain one more pound I wont be able to get into this skirt again, she said mournfully.

Worry about that later, George said. I want to get out there and see Teresa Montenegro. See you later, Nancy, okay?

Sure, Nancy answered absently as the two girls left. The mention of Teresa Montenegro, the San Carlos player, had made last nights conversation, and her own secret mission, flash vividly back into her head.

Secret mission? What made me think that? Nancy wondered, startled. Her friends were right. She did have mysteries on the brain.

Nancy crossed the suite and went into her bedroom. She stared at her reflection in the bureau mirror, only half seeing it.

The small travel clock shed set beside the bed ticked loudly. Two oclock. A quarter after. Half past. When the phone on the bedside table finally rang, Nancy leaped for it so quickly that the little clock went crashing to the floor.

Senator Kilpat-

A womans voice interrupted evenly. Miss Nancy Drew? This is Senator Kilpatricks office calling. The senator has asked me to tell you the meet has been postponed until nine oclock this evening. Same instructions as before. You are to contact the senator immediately afterward and report what happened. Thank you.

The phone went dead.

Not a meeting, the meet. That was government talk. Secret Service or CIA talk.

As Nancy changed clothes rapidly, her mind reviewed the instructions Senator Kilpatrick had given her.

Pick up your special pass at the hotel desk-I sent it over by messenger. Its a government pass, and it should get you through security and into the womens locker room. If the guards give you a hard time, have them call my office. But it would be better if you could get in there without anyone noticing. Your father says you have a blue denim miniskirt. I imagine you have a plain white T-shirt, dont you? Wear that, and do you have some kind of distinctive belt you can wear? A bright red one? Yes, that would be good. Ill see that the courier is notified that that will be your identifying mark. After you receive the information packet, go back to your assigned box seat and stay with your friends for the rest of the match. As soon as you get back to your hotel, call my office and insist on speaking directly to me. Ill alert my staff to connect us at once. Thats what the senator had said.