Trixie Belden first appeared more than 50 years ago in The Secret of the Mansion, which was followed by 38 more adventures as generations of readers grew up with teenage detective Trixie and her mystery-solving friends. Now, Trixie is back with a fresh look and ready to charm a new band of sleuths! Trixie Belden is bracing for one boring summer. Her lucky older brothers are away at camp, so she is stuck babysitting. But when a new girl, Honey, moves in down the road, Trixie finally has the chance to make a best friend--and Honey isn't the only fresh face in town. The girls spy someone inside a nearby house, which is curious because Trixie knows her grumpy old neighbor, Mr. Frayne, is sick at the hospital. There's only one reason why someone would go poking around Mr. Frayne's run-down manor. They must be looking for the fortune that is said to be hidden on the property. But that's only a rumor...right? Trixie wished for an adventure, and she might just get her most exciting summer yet! In the 1940s, Julie Campbell was running her own literary agency when Western Publishing put out a call for talented authors to write mystery series for kids. Julie proposed the Trixie Belden series and wrote the first six titles herself, but books seven through thirty-nine were written by a variety of writers all under the pseudonym Kathryn Kenny. Chapter 1 The Haunted House “Oh, Moms,” Trixie moaned, running her hands through her short, sandy curls. “I’ll just die if I don’t have a horse.” Mrs. Belden looked up from the row of tomato plants she was transplanting in the fenced-in vegetable garden. “Trixie,” she said, trying to look stern, “if you died as many times as you thought you were going to, you’d have to be a cat with nine lives to be with us for one day.” “I don’t care!” Tears of indignation welled up in Trixie’s round blue eyes. She scooped up a fat little worm, watched it wriggle in the palm of her hand for a minute, then gently let it go. “With Brian and Mart at camp this summer, I’ll die of boredom. I mean it, Moms.” Mrs. Belden sighed. “You declared you’d suffer the same fate if we didn’t buy you a bike three years ago. Remember?” She stood up, frowning in the glare of the hot July sun. “Now listen, Trixie, once and for all. If you want to buy a horse like the one you fell in love with at the horse show yesterday, you will have to earn the money yourself. You know perfectly well the only reason your brothers could go to camp is because they are working as junior counselors.” Crabapple Farm, Trixie reflected, was really a grand place to live, and she had always had a lot of fun there, but she did wish there was another girl in the neighborhood. The big estate, known as the Manor House, which bounded the Belden property on the west had been vacant ever since Trixie could remember. There were no other homes nearby except the crumbling mansion on the eastern hill, where strange old Mr. Frayne lived alone. The three estates faced a quiet country road two miles from the village of Sleepyside that nestled among the rolling hills on the east bank of the Hudson River. Trixie’s father worked in the bank in Sleepyside, and Trixie and her brothers went to the village school. She had many friends in Sleepyside, but she rarely saw them except when school was in session. Now that her brothers, Brian and Mart, had gone to camp, there was nobody but her little brother, Bobby, to play with. Trixie impatiently kicked a hole in the dust of the path with her shoe. “It’s not fair. You wouldn’t let me try for a job as a waitress or anything. Maybe I could have gone, too.” “You’re only thirteen,” her mother said patiently. “Next year we might consider something of the sort. Dad and I are really sorry, dear, that we couldn’t afford to send you to camp this year,” she added gently. Trixie suddenly felt ashamed of herself, and she impulsively threw her arms around her mother. “Oh, I know, Moms, and I’m a pest to nag at you. I won’t any more. I promise.” “You can begin to earn the money for your horse right here, Trixie,” Mrs. Belden said, laughing. “There’s plenty to do around here with Brian and Mart away. I’ll pay you something every week if you help me with Bobby and the housework. And I know Dad would be glad to increase your allowance if you do some weeding in the garden every day and take over Mart’s chore of feeding the chickens and gathering the eggs.” “Oh, Moms!” Trixie hugged her mother tighter. “Maybe I could earn five dollars a week. Do you think I could?” Mrs. Belden nodded and smiled. “Something like that,” she said. “At any rate, if you really work, I should think you could count on having a horse next summer.” She shaded her eyes with one hand and stared at the car that was just coming into the driveway. “Why, isn’t that Dad now? What could have happened to bring him home from the bank before lunch?” Trixie had already darted through the gate and was racing up the path from the vegetable garde