Two girls from the East, out on a horseback ride in the mountains of Arizona, find a house in the mountains. The house’s history reveals that an eccentric miner once lived there. As they turn to leave, a gunshot goes off. Dora vows to solve what she and Mary call the Evil Eye Turquoise mystery. That evening two male friends and the two girls visit an old storekeeper who knows a lot about Lucky Loon, the man who once lived in that strange mountain house. The storekeeper tells them how the house owner, Sven, lost his sister during a stagecoach holdup. Ever since the loss, he had prospected successfully after gold and turquoise, always searching for his missing sister. Sven set up a large turquoise stone to guard his house of riches. Supposedly anyone who tried to enter Sven’s house would be detected by the Evil Eye Turquoise and severely punished. As Sven neared death, he decided to await that moment by sealing himself in a vault in the house. But before that, he wrote a letter to his sister in case she ever showed up. The next morning after the storekeeper’s tale, the four go out for further investigation. They progress up the mountain road in an old car until they get to where the stagecoach was robbed. They go over a cliff to a ledge. What they find is or you to learn, and what unravels in this tale remains for you to discover. – Summary by Bill […]

Jane Abbott, tall, graceful and languidly beautiful, passed through the bevy of girls on the wharf below Highacres Seminary with scarcely a nod for any of them. Closely following her came three other girls, each carrying a satchel and wearing a tailored gown of the latest cut. Although Esther Ballard and Barbara Morris called gaily to many of their friends, it was around Marion Starr that all of the girls crowded until her passage way to the small boat, even then getting up steam, was completely blocked. Jane, when she had crossed the gang plank, turned to find only Esther and Barbara at her side. A slight sneer curled her lips as she watched the adulation which Merry was receiving. Then, with a shrug of her slender shoulders that was more eloquent than words, the proud girl seated herself in one of the reclining deck chairs and imperiously motioned her friends to do likewise. “It’s so silly of Merry to make such a fuss over all those girls. She’ll miss the boat if she doesn’t hurry.” Marion had evidently thought of the same thing, for she laughingly ran up the gang plank, her arms filled with candy boxes, bouquets and magazines, gifts of her admiring friends. Depositing these on a chair, she leaned over the rail to call: “Good-bye, girls! Of course I’ll write to you, Sally, reams and reams; a sort of a round-robin letter to be sent to the whole crowd.” (Summary by Grace May North)     […]