Maisy And The Mystery Manor

By Elizabeth Woodrum

Everyone's favorite fourth-grade detective is back with a double dose of mystery adventure!

As Maisy participates in a mystery weekend event for junior detectives, she uncovers a real case. Could a ghost be haunting Mystery Manor?

Find out in the exciting third installment of The Maisy Files!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Next Chapter
• Release date: Feb 5, 2022
• ISBN: 4867512273

Book preview

Prologue

A scream echoed through the room, shattering the pleasant conversations of the group seated around the long, wooden table. Maisy turned in time to see the big-haired woman gasp and collapse, face first, into her chocolate cake. Maisy smiled. The game had begun.

Chapter 1

A tingle of excitement danced down Maisy's spine as she held the three rectangular tickets. She looked up at her parents and a squeak escaped her lips.

Are we really going? she asked.

We're leaving as soon as you can get packed! her dad said.

I can't believe it!

Let us know when you're ready. But we need to leave in about an hour if we want to avoid heavy traffic and be able to stop somewhere for lunch, her mother said, as she followed Maisy's dad out of the room.

For several moments after her parents left, Maisy stood in the middle of her bedroom. She was still in her pajamas. Her hair was a mess, and her mind was a jumble of thoughts. There was so much to do. At least she had already eaten breakfast.

Maisy shook her head to clear it. She raced to the bathroom to brush her teeth and make herself presentable. When she returned to her bedroom, she was shocked to discover only fifteen minutes had passed. She was sure she had never moved as quickly on any other morning.

She removed her duffle bag from the back of her closet and began packing. She'd need more items for this trip than she would if she were doing something ordinary, such as sleeping over at Veronica's house. She picked out two pairs of her favorite pajamas. She was putting them in her bag, when her mother came back into the room. Reesie trailed after her, tail wagging.

Your father and I bought you a little something for the trip.

Maisy reached for the wide box as her mother extended it to her. She undid the purple bow and plucked the lid off of the top. When she saw what was inside, she almost dropped the box. For the second time that morning, Maisy let out a little squeak. She smiled as she realized Veronica's bubbly personality was rubbing off on her.

She placed the box on her bed and touched the tan material of her new trench coat. It had a smooth texture and felt cool under her skin. She lifted it from the box and stared at her mother, speechless.

Your father and I thought it would go nicely with your fedora. Do you like it?

I love it! She gave her mom the tightest hug she could manage. Thank you so, so, so much!

I'll leave you to finish packing. Come help me get Reesie's things together when you're done.

Maisy paused with one arm in her new trench coat. She hadn't yet realized she would be spending the weekend without her little pup to snuggle up with at night. Maisy had spent many nights away from home. But, this would be the first time her entire family would be gone, and no one would be home to take care of Reesie.

Her family had adopted Reesie from a shelter when she was about two years old, and Maisy had been in kindergarten. She was about six now, and Maisy worried Reesie wouldn't enjoy staying somewhere else.

Mom, where are we going to take Reesie? Is there any way she can come with us?

I'm sorry, honey. Don't worry. Veronica's mom said they'll keep her for the weekend, and she's coming by to pick her up before we leave. Reesie will have a good time.

Maisy let out a breath. Reesie liked Veronica and her little brother, Vince. She also got along with Veronica's Dalmatian puppy, Spot, even though he was now bigger than she was. The two dogs had only been together on a couple of occasions. But, they chased each other like old friends.

All right. I know they'll take good care of her.

As her mother left, Maisy finished putting on her trench coat. She felt even more like a detective. She picked up her notebook and was pretending to consider a case, when she felt a tug.

She glanced down to see Reesie pulling on the edge of the new coat. The pup dropped it and