Carolyn Keene - Easy Marks

The Nancy Drew Files #62

Easy Marks

Carolyn Keene

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter One

Nancy Drew studied the heavyset, balding man seated behind his wide mahogany desk. Harrison Lane was president of Peoples Federal Bank, one of the largest banks in the River Heights area. As he spokehis voice confident and self-importantNancy knew one thing for certain. He was lying.

As a trustee of Brewster Academy, Im very concerned that this scandal not become public, he droned on. Thats why Ive asked you here today. Ive heard of your detective work, and I want you to find out who is running this transcript-changing racket and stop it before the schools reputation is damaged beyond repair.

Nancys blue eyes focused on the mans wedding ring, which hed begun twisting. His hazel eyes also gave him away as not telling the whole truth. They were darting around his office, not focusing on any one thing.

As a successful amateur detective, Nancy had learned to trust her instincts about people. And Lanes body languagethe darting eyes and fidgeting movementswas practically shouting to her that he was insincere. At the very least, he was withholding an important piece of information.

Nancy uncrossed her long legs and leaned forward in her chair. I dont want to be rude, Mr. Lane, she broke in, but I dont think youre being entirely straight with me. Is there something youre not telling me?

Lanes eyes widened in surprise. This was obviously the last thing hed expected to hear. Im afraid youll have to be satisfied with the information I can give you, Ms. Drew, he sputtered.

Pulling her bag onto her shoulder, Nancy stood up and headed for the door. Im sorry, Mr. Lane. I just cant work that way. Without all the facts, Id be wasting my time. Goodbye, and good luck with the case.

Nancy had already opened the door when he called, Wait! Youre right. I havent been completely candid with you.

She closed the door and turned back to him. Now maybe she could find out what was really going on.

The real reason Im so worried about this is thatwell, it involves my daughter Sally, Lane went on in a lowered voice. He stopped fiddling with his ring and gazed squarely at Nancy. Yesterday I discovered that she paid one thousand dollars to have her marks from last year electronically altered on the schools computer. Our culprit is getting money from these kids.

I was making a deposit to her college fund and I saw that a thousand dollars had been withdrawn, he explained. When I went to use my bank card, I noticed that it wasnt in its usual spot in my wallet. Sally and my wife are the only ones who would have the opportunity to take the card, withdraw the money, and then return the card to my wallet. I confronted Sally, and she admitted she had used the money to pay someone to change her grades on the schools computer. Naturally, as her father, and as a trustee of Brewster, Im alarmed.

Of course, Nancy told him. Do you know who she paid?

She swears she doesnt know, said Lane, shaking his head.

Nancy raised a skeptical eyebrow.

I know it sounds unbelievable, he went on. It has something to do with an unsigned message on a computersomething like that. Maybe youd better get the story from her.

Maybe I should, Nancy agreed.

Nancy turned up the collar of her denim jacket as she went down the wide front steps of the bank, heading for her blue Mustang in the banks parking lot. It was late September, and all around her the maples rustled in brilliant shades of red, orange, and yellow.

Soon Nancy was steering her car away from downtown River Heights. As she followed the directions Harrison Lane had given her, she noticed that the houses became larger, the lawns more perfectly kept. She pulled onto Evergreen Road and stopped in front of a huge, white clapboard house with a long, glassed-in porch on the left.

Nancy walked to the door and rang the bell. She half expected a maid to answer, but instead a tall blond girl wearing a black miniskirt pulled open the door. She had the same hazel eyes as Harrison Lane. Hi. Im Sally. And you must be Nancy Drew. Daddy called to say you were coming, the girl said in a high, breathy voice. Come on in.

Thanks, Nancy said, smiling politely. She followed Sally through an elegantly furnished living room and out onto the glassed-in porch. Well-tended tropical plants grew in pots all around them. So what do you need to know? Sally asked as they settled down on a flowered couch.

Why dont you just tell me the whole story, from the beginning? Nancy suggested.

Sally nodded. I dont know if Daddy told you this, but Im not exactly a brain in school. Daddy has this dream of sending me to Washburn Universitythats where he and Mom went. Anyway, with my grades, theres no way Ill ever be accepted there. So, when I found this message in my E-mail, I couldnt say no.

In your what? Nancy asked, confused.

E-mail, Sally repeated. My computer mailbox. Brewster has this awesome new computer system. Everybody in school has their own E-mail box. We can send messages back and forth, and get school notices and homework assignmentsyou name it. I can even access it from here, with my personal computer, but during the day I just use the terminals at school.

I see, Nancy said. So this message turned up in your computer mailbox offering to alter your grades for a thousand dollars, she surmised, remembering what Sallys father had told her.

Sally nodded. Thats right. It was last Tuesday, a week ago.

Nancys eyebrows drew together in a slight frown as she said, I dont get it. How did you know it wasnt a joke?

Because whoever sent it already knew everything there was to know about my transcript, Sally replied. My grade-point average, term by term, ever since ninth grade. My PSAT scores. Even the marks I got in particular courses. How could he know that much, unless he had a way of breaking into the school records? And if he could do that, I figured he could probably change the records, too.

Hmm. Id like to see that message, said Nancy. Is it still in your E-mail?

Are you crazy? Sally scoffed, laughing bitterly. And take the chance that someone might see it? I copied down what I needed to know, then I deleted the whole file.

Too bad, thought Nancy. Now there was no way to examine the message for clues Sally might have overlooked. How did you pass on the money? she asked aloud. Was that in the message, too?

Sure. All I had to do was deposit it in the persons account. I used the quick-deposit box at Daddys bank. Simple!

Nancy sat up straighter. What about your copy of the deposit slip? she asked. You didnt throw that away, did you?

I dont think so, Sally said slowly. Its probably still in my jacket pocket. She jumped up and ran out of the room, reappearing soon after with the pink carbon in her hands. One thirty-four, dash fifty-two, seventy-two, nine, she read from the paper. Thats the account number.

As Sally spoke, Nancy pulled a small notebook from her bag, flipped it open to a fresh page, and copied down the number. Then she jotted down some of the information Sally had just given her. It was certainly a lucky break that the account was at Sallys fathers bank. Harrison Lane could help her trace the owner of the account.

When Nancy looked up from her notebook, Sally was staring at her, a troubled look in her eyes. You must think Im a real creep, huh? she said.

Nancy wasnt sure how to respond. Im sure youre sorry for what you did she began, but Sally cut her off.