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Title: The Mystery of the Secret Band
Author: Edith Lavell
Release Date: August 28, 2013 [eBook #43584]
Language: English
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“Mary Lou! Mary Lou! Are you alive?” Max cried.
(Page 110) (THE MYSTERY OF THE SECRET BAND)
The
Mystery of the Secret Band
By
EDITH LAVELL

The Saalfield Publishing Company
Akron, Ohio New York
The Mary Lou Series
by
EDITH LAVELL
The Mystery at Dark Cedars
The Mystery of the Fires
The Mystery of the Secret Band
Copyright, MCMXXXV
The Saalfield Publishing Company
Printed in the United States of America
Contents
- CHAPTER PAGE
- I. A Real Detective 11
- II. The Job 26
- III. The Book Club 38
- IV. A Midnight Visitor 54
- V. Another Robbery 68
- VI. Saturday Afternoon 78
- VII. The Abandoned House 92
- VIII. Knocked Out 110
- IX. Lunch at the Bellevue 120
- X. In the Dead of Night 132
- XI. Bail 150
- XII. Detective Gay Arrives 164
- XIII. A Prisoner in the Dark 178
- XIV. The Secret Band 194
- XV. Christmas Morning 210
- XVI. Two Captures 220
- XVII. A Sad Story 231
- XVIII. Conclusion 246
CHAPTER I
A Real Detective
Mary Louise stamped the snow from her feet and removed her goloshes on the porch. Whistling the Christmas carol her class had just sung at school, she opened the door of her house and stepped inside.
Her mother was sitting in an armchair in the living room, sewing. She looked up with a smile at her daughter.
“How did your entertainment go?” she inquired.
“Swell!” replied Mary Louise enthusiastically. “The seniors were great. You should have seen Max!”
“I’d like to have seen Mary Louise Gay,” mused her mother. “But this snow—and your father had the car——”
“Oh, I wasn’t so hot,” laughed Mary Louise modestly. “I’ll tell you who was the star of the afternoon—little Rosemary Dotts. She was so funny. She forgot all of her piece except the second line—‘I’m going to have plum pudding!’ Well, she said that once, and then she stared around at the audience and repeated it. And still she couldn’t think of any more, so she said it again, and rubbed her fat little tummy as she repeated it. Well, she kept that up until I thought we’d just pass out laughing at her. Honestly, the tears were rolling down my cheeks. Her teacher had to come up to the platform and take her away.”
“That must have been funny,” agreed Mrs. Gay. “Well, I guess you’re thankful that it’s all over. How do you like this weather for your vacation?”
Mary Louise’s brown eyes sparkled with pleasure.
“It’s keen!” she exclaimed. She executed a little dance step in her joy. “Two whole weeks with nothing to do but coast and skate and dance!”
“And eat and