Dear Ned,

Greetings from jolly old England. Although right now I'm not so sure about the jolly part.

That's because I'm on my way to Blackmoor Manor, where the daughter of one of our neighbors is living. Hugh travels a lot, so the only people at the Manor with Linda are Hugh's aunt, Mrs. Drake, and Hugh's twelve-year old daughter, Jane. The thing is, ever since Linda moved into the manor, her health has gone downhill. She's practically bedridden, and no one seems to know why. Her mother is convinced that something is terribly wrong and wants me to find out what.

So here I am...about to be dropped off at a huge, centuries old mansion in the middle of a dark, foggy moor. I can't tell weather the butterflies in my stomach are because I'm excited, or just a tad creeped out.

Talk to you soon (I hope)!
Nancy