Free Mystery at the Ski Jump by Carolyn Keene

said. “That’s part of my plan. Have you forgotten that Mrs. Channing is a professional skater—or used to be one?”
    Mr. Drew smiled. “You think this woman may attend the show, or even take part in it?”
    “Exactly. And if she does show up, I think I have enough evidence to have her arrested. Even if she’s not there, I may be able to get some information about her from the skaters.”
    The headwaiter suddenly appeared. “Pardon me, but are you Miss Nancy Drew?” he inquired. When she nodded, the waiter said, “There’s a long-distance call for you in the lobby.”
    Nancy excused herself and hurried to the telephone. The caller was George Fayne, who told her excitedly, “Bess and I just spoke with John Horn. He remembers Chuck Wilson!”
    “George, that’s marvelous!”
    “And he says that if he can do anything to help Chuck, he’s willing to go to Canada!”
    “That’s just what I’d hoped for!” said Nancy. “I’ll be home soon and tell you all the news.”
    “Another mystery?” George asked.
    Nancy laughed. “This one is Dad’s. I’m just helping!”
    She returned to the table and told her father of John Horn’s offer.
    “Now, that’s progress!” the lawyer declared. “I’ll tell Chuck as soon as possible. Meanwhile, Nancy, why don’t you do some sightseeing in Montreal this afternoon?”
    “A fine idea!” Nancy agreed. “I can combine sightseeing with a visit to fur shops and hotels.”
    Nancy walked around the picturesque city all afternoon, but did not find a clue to the Channings at the fur shops she visited. By the time she returned to the hotel it was early evening, and heavy snow had begun to fall.
    “It’s a good thing the ice show wasn’t planned for outdoors,” Mr. Drew remarked as he and Nancy waited for a taxi.
    When they were seated in the big arena, Nancy studied her program and saw that Chuck would skate first. Neither Mitzi Adele nor Mitzi Channing was listed. “Perhaps she’s among the spectators,” Nancy thought. She borrowed binoculars from the man seated next to her and carefully scrutinized the audience.
    Nancy concluded that Mrs. Channing was not present. “I’m afraid my guess was wrong, Dad,” she sighed.
    “Mrs. Channing might be using another name, or be wearing a disguise,” Mr. Drew suggested.
    “If she does appear,” Nancy mused, “I’d like to know how to reach the police in a hurry.”
    “Just go to one of those little black boxes along the wall,” her father said. “They connect with a police booth in the balcony.”
    “Dad, how did you figure that out?” Nancy asked admiringly.
    “I didn’t,” the lawyer said with a chuckle. “I called the police station this afternoon and asked what kind of protection they’d have here.”
    Suddenly the loudspeaker blared, “Attention! We have a late entry in the Pair Skating. Miss Nancy Drew and her partner from the United States.”
    Nancy’s father turned to her in astonishment. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going to skate?”
    “Because I’m not,” Nancy declared. “Mrs. Channing must be using my name again!”
    Nancy left her seat, her face flushed with anger. She followed signs that pointed the way to the skaters’ dressing rooms. But as she neared the area, a uniformed attendant blocked her path. “Sorry, ma’am, nobody’s permitted back there except skaters.”
    “But I’m Nancy Drew!” she protested, showing the man her driver’s license.
    The attendant glanced at it, then stepped aside as he declared, “I thought Miss Drew came in before. Well, your dressing room is straight ahead. You name is on the door.”
    Nancy found the corridor crowded with skaters in colorful costumes. Mrs. Channing was not among them. Suddenly an eager voice exclaimed, “Nancy! Are you looking for me?”
    Nancy turned to see Chuck, who wore a black and red pirate’s suit. “No, Chuck. It would take some time to explain why I’m here.”
    “So you entered the exhibition!” Chuck