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M. V. Carey

The Mystery of the Blazing Cliffs





A Word from Hector Sebastian



Welcome, mystery lovers!

I have known the Three Investigators only briefly, but I am mightily impressed by them--and I am delighted to find myself again introducing them to those who aren't already acquainted with their exploits.

Jupiter Jones, First Investigator and leader of the group, is a sturdy boy with a wonderful memory and a talent for finding the truth of the most bizarre situations. Pete Crenshaw, Second Investigator, is loyal, athletic, and often scared witless by the trouble Jupe gets him into. Bob Andrews, the Records and Research man of the team, is a quiet, studious boy who is nonetheless capable of courageous action. All three boys live in the small coastal town of Rocky Beach, California.

As you turn the pages of this book, you will meet a millionaire who builds a fortress to keep out the world, and a woman who waits to be rescued by heroes from a distant universe. Fantastic? Yes, it is. It's dangerous, too, as the Three Investigators discover when they confront an intergalactic voyager on a mysterious mission to earth.

If I have aroused your interest, I am pleased. Now turn to Chapter 1 and plunge into the adventure.



HECTOR SEBASTIAN





1

The Angry Man



"PUT ONE FINGER ON THAT CAR and I'll horsewhip you!" shouted Charles Barron.

Jupiter Jones stood in the driveway of The Jones Salvage Yard and stared. He wondered if Barron was joking.

But Barron was not joking. His lean body was tense with rage. The face beneath the iron-grey hair was red. He clenched his fists and glared at Hans, one of the two Bavarian brothers who helped out at the yard.

Hans's face was pale with shock. He had just offered to move Mr Barron's Mercedes, which was blocking the drive in front of the salvage-yard office. "A truck comes in soon with a load of timbers," Hans tried to explain again. "There is no room for it to pass the car. If I move the car--"

"You will not move the car!" roared Barron. "I am sick of incompetents making free with my property! I parked my car in a perfectly good place! Don't you people have any idea how to do business?"

Jupiter's uncle, Titus Jones, appeared suddenly from behind a stack of salvage. "Mr Barron," he said sternly, "we appreciate your business, but you have no call to abuse my helpers. Now, if you don't want Hans to move your car, you'd better move it yourself. And you'd better hurry because no matter what you decide to do, my truck is coming in!"

Barron opened his mouth as if to shout again, but before he could utter a sound, a slender middle-aged woman with brown hair hurried from the back of the yard. She took hold of his arm and looked at him in a pleading way. "Charles, do move the car," she said. "I'd hate to see anything happen to it."