Mystery of the White Knight

Alexandra—Sandy—Kellick had come from Colorado to help her aunt, May Brewster, with her antique shop in Massachusetts while that good lady went off on a buying trip.



A small girl, with softly curling brown hair and a delicate heart-shaped face, Sandy looked almost too young to be left with such an important assignment, but she felt quite equal to the task. It would be fun, she thought, learning the antique business, and now, standing in the shop's wide driveway, she looked at the White Knight himself, prancing bravely before her eyes. A fantastic sculpture of white-painted stovepipe and sheet metal, he bestrode a wooden sawhorse with leather ears and a rope-yarn tail. The tin plume on his rakish helmet glistened like silver in the late afternoon sun, and a soft June breeze Muttered the red pennon on his lance. All at once, Alexandra Kellick felt a thrill of excitement.



That excitement was to grow into fear as the odd and rather frightening-looking man in the old blue car became a more and more frequent visitor.



Still, nothing could hurt her, Sandy thought. Not with tall, handsome Don Mil­ler, her next-door neighbor, so near.



But when the Currier & Ives print came into her possession—and she knew that the man in the blue car and a mysterious some­one else were after it—Sandy realized that it would take all her wits, plus a great deal of courage, to foil the attempts of a collec­tor who would stop at nothing to gain pos­session of the print. In all Sandy's imagin­ings, there had been no thought of the strange new world into which she was to enter—a world in which antique dealers rode around in purple station wagons painted with pink roses, a world in which Currier & Ives prints of two kittens and a field mouse were always turning up.



The adventures and near-tragic climax of a young girl's attempt to run a country an­tique shop singlehanded make an exciting and spine-chilling Mystery.