Hazel Wong and Daisy Wells are taking a vacation across Europe on world-famous passenger train, the Orient Express—and it’s clear that each of their fellow first-class travelers has something to hide. Even more intriguing: There’s rumor of a spy in their midst.
Then, during dinner, a bloodcurdling scream comes from inside one of the cabins. When the door is broken down, a passenger is found murdered—her stunning ruby necklace gone. But the killer has vanished, as if into thin air.
The Wells & Wong Detective Society is ready to crack the case—but this time, they’ve got competition.
|Publisher:||Simon & Schuster Books For Young Readers|
|Series:||Wells & Wong Series|
|Product dimensions:||5.10(w) x 7.60(h) x 1.00(d)|
|Lexile:||800L (what's this?)|
|Age Range:||10 - 14 Years|
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First Class Murder
From the way my father is carrying on, anyone would think that the murder which has just taken place was our fault—or rather, that it was Daisy’s.
Of course, this is not true in the least. First, holidaying on a train was his idea—and inviting Daisy too. And as for Daisy and me being detectives—why, it is just who we are. This murder would always have happened, whether Daisy and I had been here to detect it or not, so how can we be blamed for investigating it? If we did not, what sort of Detective Society would we be?
Naturally, murder is always rather dreadful, but all the same, after our last murder case (at Daisy’s house, Fallingford, in the Easter holidays), when every suspect was someone we knew, this seems rather separate to us, and that is a relief. With one exception, everyone who might possibly have been involved in this crime was a perfect stranger to Daisy and me two days ago. So although we are sorry that one of them is dead (at least I am, and I hope Daisy is too), more importantly we are detectives on the case, with a puzzle to solve and a murderer to bring to justice. And we will succeed, whatever my father tries to do to stop us.
You see, although this murder does not seem as though it will be as upsetting for us as the cases of poor Miss Bell or awful Mr. Curtis, it may well be the most difficult to solve. Infuriating obstacles have been put in our way by grown-ups who want to ensure that the Detective Society is not able to detect at all. This is supposed to be for our own good—like eating vegetables and going for walks in January—but that, of course, is nonsense. Daisy says, Daisy-ishly, that they are simply jealous of our superior intellect. I know they are simply trying to keep us safe, but I wish they wouldn’t. I am older than I was in April—and much older than I was last November—and I can decide for myself whether or not I want to be in danger. I am quite all right with being afraid for a while, if it means that we catch a murderer.
It is funny to think, though, that only a few days ago I was determined not to be a detective this holiday at all.