My Diamonds, They're Gone!

I just saw Nancy Drew ride by on her Schwinn. This confirms one of my key lifelong suspicions: Nothing beats a Schwinn for excellence in gumshoe transport. Now I have some concrete evidence to float on when I talk Schwinn with haughty "bicycling enthusiasts."

This probably means that Nancy is on her way to the old Barnstaple place. Ha, I think she's in over her head with this one. The old Barnstaple place has a haunted furnace, a gender-bending jewel thief, a bloodthirsty granny and a meth lab. I will now shut off this computer, put on my coat and follow her. When she goes inside the Barnstaple house - yoink! That Schwinn will be mine.